TITLE

Once in a Wilderness (Poem)

AUTHOR(S)
Witt, Harold
PUB. DATE
February 1961
SOURCE
New Republic;2/13/61, Vol. 144 Issue 7, p19
SOURCE TYPE
Periodical
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
Presents the poem "Once in a Wilderness," by Harold Witt.
ACCESSION #
10588492

 

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