The Blue Boat - by
How late the daylight edges
/ toward the northern night
/ as though journeying
/ in a blue boat, gilded in mussel shell
/
/ with, slung from its…
How late the daylight edges
/ toward the northern night
/ as though journeying
/ in a blue boat, gilded in mussel shell
/
/ with, slung from its…
‘my eyes have seen what my hand did’
/ — Robert Lowell
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/ No matter what we say, we still believe
/ the soul is here,…
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