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The Giant Book Of Poetry : The First Day
The First Day I wish I could remember the first day, First hour, first moments of your meeting me; If bright or dim the season, it might be. Summer or Winter for aught I can say, So unrecorded did it slip away. So blind was I to see and to foresee, So dull to mark
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Letters: Dear Boyfriend, Bugs & Plums & The Night & It’s Stars
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Letters: Moving On & To My Best Friend Jean
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A Splintered Mirror: Chinese Poetry From the Democracy Movement” Unveils Emotional Depths with Shu Ting’s Assembly Line Metaphor (b. 1952)
In time’s assembly line Night presses against night. We come off the factory night-shift In line as we march towards home. Over our heads in a row The assembly line of stars Stretches across the sky. Beside us, little trees Stand numb in assembly lines. The stars must be exhausted After thousands of years Of