Four-Syllable Lines (Monody) Four-Syllable Lines (Monody)

Sweet unrest still Wood harsh dismal Slope of a hill Darkening air She's the target Force-drift and thrown Dismissed rash tear I would, can, did Slip in a hole Now stab butt out Doting body Been thrown below She's the it girl Her epic dust

Feb 18, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Julie Carr