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Frank Stanford

God I was crazy for not Going to her door, Tapping on her window, Following her to the river Where her dory grew wet like the moon, A bird sick of its tree, I despair, Leaves without wind, I lay Damp and quiet on the earth. — Frank Stanford, from “Between Love and Death,” What… Continue reading Frank Stanford

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