TITLE

WATER ISLAND

AUTHOR(S)
Moss, Howard
PUB. DATE
August 1960
SOURCE
New Yorker;8/6/1960, Vol. 36 Issue 25, p28
SOURCE TYPE
Periodical
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
The article presents the poem "Water Island," by Howard Moss. First Line: Finally, from your house there is no view; Last Line: Standing in a stillness that now is yours.
ACCESSION #
22765108

 

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