The Meadow
Issue #36
Spring 1985
As we walk into words that have waited for us to enter them, so the meadow, muddy with dreams, is gathering itself together, and trying, with difficulty, to remember how to make wildflowers. Imperceptibly heaving with the old impatience, it...
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