TITLE

To the Knife

AUTHOR(S)
Bernard, April
PUB. DATE
March 2009
SOURCE
Salmagundi;Spring/Summer2009, Issue 162/163, p140
SOURCE TYPE
Academic Journal
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
Presents the poem "To the Knife," by April Bernard. First Line: I think I hate Ben Hecht, or Hitchcock, or myself; Last Line: found me, there, in my dark, and promised me nothing more.
ACCESSION #
41245101

 

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