The sea here used to look …
James L. Dickey
So I would hear out those lungs, …
The states when they black out and lie there rolling when they turn …
They will soon be down …
Beginning to dangle beneath …
And now the green household is dark. …
Here they are. The soft eyes open. …
I have just come down from my father. …
In a stable of boats I lie still, …
The last time I saw Donald Armstrong …
Farm boys wild to couple …
Moth-force a small town always has, …