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Poetry. A collection of sonnets by Lewis Turco. THE FOREWORD BLUESWesli Court said I should write a book, A bunch of blues--enough to fill a book, And he'd design the cover. I said, Look, If you'll write half of them, then I will chooseA ball-point pen, a felt-tip--I will chooseTo join you in a modicum of blues.And that's the reason, Reader, we are here--You, Wes and me--we three assembled hereAmong these turning leaves yellow and sere.We hope you'll think the words we write are fine, Our writi…
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- Author: Lewis Turco
- Publisher: Bordighera Press
- ISBN-10: 1599541262
- ISBN-13: 9781599541266
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.7 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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Poetry. A collection of sonnets by Lewis Turco.
THE FOREWORD BLUESWesli Court said I should write a book,
A bunch of blues--enough to fill a book,
And he'd design the cover. I said, Look,
If you'll write half of them, then I will choose
A ball-point pen, a felt-tip--I will choose
To join you in a modicum of blues.
And that's the reason, Reader, we are here--
You, Wes and me--we three assembled here
Among these turning leaves yellow and sere.
We hope you'll think the words we write are fine,
Our writing bold and dark, but our wordage fine . . .,
At least we hope you'll like the cover design. Envoy Epilogue
Go, little book of sorrows, cares and woes,
But Wesli's gone. Where? Only goodness knows.
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- Author: Lewis Turco
- Publisher: Bordighera Press
- ISBN-10: 1599541262
- ISBN-13: 9781599541266
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.7 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
Poetry. A collection of sonnets by Lewis Turco.
THE FOREWORD BLUESWesli Court said I should write a book,
A bunch of blues--enough to fill a book,
And he'd design the cover. I said, Look,
If you'll write half of them, then I will choose
A ball-point pen, a felt-tip--I will choose
To join you in a modicum of blues.
And that's the reason, Reader, we are here--
You, Wes and me--we three assembled here
Among these turning leaves yellow and sere.
We hope you'll think the words we write are fine,
Our writing bold and dark, but our wordage fine . . .,
At least we hope you'll like the cover design. Envoy Epilogue
Go, little book of sorrows, cares and woes,
But Wesli's gone. Where? Only goodness knows.
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