TITLE

Xerox

AUTHOR(S)
Belitt, Ben
PUB. DATE
March 1973
SOURCE
New Yorker;3/3/1973, Vol. 49 Issue 2, p42
SOURCE TYPE
Periodical
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
The article presents the poem "Xerox," by Ben Belitt. First Line: The original man lies down to be copied; Last Line: stands and steps down, unassisted.
ACCESSION #
19371192

 

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