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… his German shepherd and blank stare, I know where I am. I also know fog is water vapor spewed when moist air cools to … billion viruses would fill one Ping-Pong ball. I know. And also the vermilion hull of a sailboat named Wayfarer’s Song … I have never felt so strongly before that the world has become nothing but an image of what is inside me. I’ll walk …

… same route—through politics. In October 1883, when he was 26 and in his first term of graduate study at Johns Hopkins … in a memorable remark. But because he lacked private income, he explained, law would have unfitted himself for … and graduate lecture courses, where covering bodies of material was required, he performed with competence …

… not knowing it meant how much in me I didn’t feel could come forward, not in this life.      About Cather: she has … The red-earth dryness only told her how easily one could die of thirst, that for me released an inner fragrance in … things. I think you and I could walk there, our scrawny bodies somehow sure of carrying enough in them to get us to …

… Poetry Going and Coming Pocms. By W. H. Audcn. New York: Random House. $2.50. … times as valuable. His work is much immersed in CAI, but is also emergent. One moment it is a tangled mess of seaweed in … and form was strange, Not human, for I saw it would not die, But last forever and forever change. This is not quite …

… far more deeply interfused . . . William Wordsworth, “Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey” Not the best time … I fear that if I give the bushes another hour they’ll overcome us all, and though I love the lovely scent of cedar I … inch by inch he dug a tunnel under our lopsided house to accommodate a floor furnace no less than to defuse a peckish …