TITLE

My Father, Setting the Line, Sunny October

AUTHOR(S)
Roberts, Len
PUB. DATE
January 2006
SOURCE
Gulf Coast: A Journal of Literature & Fine Arts;Winter/Spring2006, Vol. 18 Issue 1, p300
SOURCE TYPE
Academic Journal
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
Presents the poem "My Father, Setting the Line, Sunny October," by Len Roberts. First Line: The white string taut, the pitch set, Last Line: upon which our house was built.
ACCESSION #
21042746

 

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