In the Redwood Snow
Nice, white, fur,
Of a gray wolf,
Hiding in the redwood trees,
In the winter snow.
Of a gray wolf,
Hiding in the redwood trees,
In the winter snow.
In the Redwood Snow
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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I am | 1 | 05/07/2009 |
The Mask Speaks | 0 | 05/07/2009 |
Beginning | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
In the Redwood Snow | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
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