Poetry, Cripples, and Flies
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The Review of Arts, Literature, Philosophy and the Humanities

  P O E T R Y 

January 1940
"Blake saw a flea and an elf..."

Fly Love Poem
"I carefully consider their fat yellow-brown thoraxes,
filled with ugly juices..."

"...clacking, hard, hollow bodies scraping
as legs worked them through bodies..."

"Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink in the morning at noon we drink you at sundown..."

Lifestyles of the Blind and Paralyzed
A Time for Cursing
"The pay is lousy, no vacations or sick leave,
and the compliments...You'd rather do without them."

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