TITLE

ANTAGONISTS

PUB. DATE
January 1919
SOURCE
Poems, 1908-1919 by John Drinkwater;1919, p30
SOURCE TYPE
Book
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
The poem "Antagonists," by John Drinkwater is presented. First Line: GREEN shoots, we break the morning earth; Last Line: The football of her enemy.
ACCESSION #
65594844

 

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