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Why He Doesnt Sleep The Selected Poems Of Stephen Gardner 1st Edition Stephen Gardner

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Why He Doesnt Sleep The Selected Poems Of Stephen Gardner 1st Edition Stephen Gardner
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Publisher: Texas Review Press
File Extension: EPUB
File size: 2.6 MB
Pages: 143
Author: Stephen Gardner
ISBN: 9781937875640, 1937875644
Language: English
Year: 2014
Edition: 1

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Why He Doesnt Sleep The Selected Poems Of Stephen Gardner 1st Edition Stephen Gardner by Stephen Gardner 9781937875640, 1937875644 instant download after payment.

Why He Doesn't Sleep: The Selected Poems of Stephen Gardner collects the best poetry of an underappreciated writer, an extremely popular professor whose teaching inspired many students to become serious poets themselves. Gardner was known to invest himself in helping others more than in his own work, and so this overdue collection offers exposure to an interesting, variegated, and genuinely passionate writer. GOING HOME Down the road, lying with my face Pressed into my father’s lap, the wheel He held claiming most of the space. But I squeezed in, bending up My knees, with the rest of my form On the seat and in my mother’s Lap, not comfortable, but warm. And they would sing together Old songs. And I still can feel Their soft strong hands on me again And the cold hard turning of the wheel.

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