TITLE

THE REMAINS

AUTHOR(S)
Strand, Mark
PUB. DATE
May 1969
SOURCE
New Yorker;5/31/1969, Vol. 45 Issue 15, p34
SOURCE TYPE
Periodical
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
The article presents the poem "The Remains" by Mark Strand. First Line: I empty myself of the names of others. Last Line: I empty myself of my life and my life remains.
ACCESSION #
21942366

 

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