Irving Glass
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Craters of the MoonA Poem by Irving GlassI don’t have problems sleeping any more But did I ever? I don’t see the future like I used to Who holds my hand now That I wal.. |
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The Writing of a CrippleA Poem by Irving GlassThe writing of a crippleHigh over lifeAnd the houses in whichWe contain ourselvesAnd the soul of the universeIn the vision of a blind manAnd the happi.. |
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The HinterlandsA Poem by Irving GlassAnd I watch the shop quietly From the bushes across the road On the last day before I go to the hinterlands She won’t know the differen.. |
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RunningA Poem by Irving GlassHis legs pull loosely beneath the air And muscle forms against the skin And loneliness condenses somewhere in him As the night goes farther o.. |
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The Phenomenal OrchestraA Poem by Irving GlassI hold my hands out to the rain And feel the weight of a thousand upturned faces A darkened profile brings me to my knees On a frosty morning.. |
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How FarA Poem by Irving GlassHow far is it now How long have I been gone On that pale path Following that pale song The birds are close to me Their claws pick up.. |
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