Your Tuesday poem: Medusa by Louise Bogan theartdivas.com/2016/10/medusa
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And reposting yesterday's poem: Marching by Jim Harrison theartdivas.com/2016/10/marchi
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Replying to
This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art
theartdivas.com/2015/11/a-clea
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That summer there was no girl left in me.
It gradually became clear.
It suddenly became.
theartdivas.com/2015/01/solita
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