TITLE

1864

AUTHOR(S)
Di Piero, W. S.
PUB. DATE
June 2006
SOURCE
Poetry;Jun2006, Vol. 188 Issue 3, p249
SOURCE TYPE
Academic Journal
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
Presents the poem "1864," by W. S. Di Piero. First Line: Like true believers elated by what they've seen, Last Line: for lack of feet they never fit quite right?
ACCESSION #
21043970

 

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