TITLE

from "Rue des Martyrs."

AUTHOR(S)
Foy, John
PUB. DATE
December 1994
SOURCE
Poetry;Dec94, Vol. 165 Issue 3, p146
SOURCE TYPE
Academic Journal
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
Presents an untitled poem excerpted from "Rue des Martyrs," by John Foy.
ACCESSION #
9412140868

 

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