Friday, January 3, 2003

The Fiddling Wood Comments

Rating: 2.8

Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron,
Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked
Over the rough crest of the hairy wood
In angry scorn; the grey road twisted, kinked,
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Stephen Vincent Benet
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Stephen Vincent Benet

Stephen Vincent Benet

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