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Elinor Wylie

Pretty Words Poets make pets of pretty, docile words: I love smooth words, like gold-enameled fish Which circle slowly with a silken swish, And tender ones, like downy-feathered birds. Words shy and dappled, deep-eyed deer in herds, Come to my hand, and playful if I wish, Or purring softly at a silver disk, Blue Persian… Continue reading Elinor Wylie

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American Culture · American Literature · Anthology · Collection · Contemporary · Excerpt · Passage · Poetry

Laura Lee Washburn

I need to find again, to make a life, “Our world wants up amongst the bite and sting and sweat. The dug earth might smell of wet dog and blackened leaf, and the tulips might wave to us each spring coming, but they’re as close as we can get and not nearly enough: no merging… Continue reading Laura Lee Washburn

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