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Title
Lost body / Terry Ehret.
Author
ISBN
1556590571
9781556590573
9781556590573
Imprint
Port Townsend, Wash. : Copper Canyon Press, c1992.
Language
English
Description
77 p. : ill. ; 23 cm.
Call Number
PS3555.H66 L67 1992
System Control No.
(OCoLC)27812548
Formatted Contents Note
Anglo-Saxon Love Calls
Monsters, His Monsters
Hunger
Reading Montale
Lost Body
How We Go on Living
Fuchsia
At Night It Belongs to Woman Like These
Total Lunar Eclipse, August 14, 1989
March Rains
Raven
A Second Look at Penelope
Dora Maar
Woman Flapping in The Wind
Night Prayers
The Author of This Poem Will Grant an Interview
In The Bones of My Face
Yesterday, My Pockets Full
Today I Didn't
In The Desert a Fool Smiles
The Truth
Opening Session at the Poetry Conference
At the End of the Season the Apples
Narrations Leading to the Number Nine
A man floats
These legs are running
Bang
A lake. A night without a moon
The eye begins to open
Where is the woman
Here is a ridiculous bird
Memories: a coffin
She does not know
He curls up under the weight
She says, he says
A snake is easier
Sometimes their legs
There are waterfalls
Ribbon blades
Her beads will break
The ghost of a child
This cold river.
Monsters, His Monsters
Hunger
Reading Montale
Lost Body
How We Go on Living
Fuchsia
At Night It Belongs to Woman Like These
Total Lunar Eclipse, August 14, 1989
March Rains
Raven
A Second Look at Penelope
Dora Maar
Woman Flapping in The Wind
Night Prayers
The Author of This Poem Will Grant an Interview
In The Bones of My Face
Yesterday, My Pockets Full
Today I Didn't
In The Desert a Fool Smiles
The Truth
Opening Session at the Poetry Conference
At the End of the Season the Apples
Narrations Leading to the Number Nine
A man floats
These legs are running
Bang
A lake. A night without a moon
The eye begins to open
Where is the woman
Here is a ridiculous bird
Memories: a coffin
She does not know
He curls up under the weight
She says, he says
A snake is easier
Sometimes their legs
There are waterfalls
Ribbon blades
Her beads will break
The ghost of a child
This cold river.
Series
National poetry series.
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