Bousquet Poems - Poems about Bousquet

...My woods, my gentle comforters stretch to no confines but blue and to the sun. They surrounding me in shaded blankets, but unholding in the unbridled sense of it. It’s to my special spot I seated ......

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...The range in its majesty gives way to open thoughts of the wild things in taming, I have eaten hard pan and dust as my regular meal to be had. I to the constant trail beaten into the saddle just s......

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...Whichever Man Beyond the window there is a stripping of the mind to the other side. Lost to the lost-world of pain, it gives way to blasphemy then begging. It's not a touching side as yet but s......

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...This is not a poem. This is a quick little rambling about myself and what I do. I'm not particularly sure if what I write is "poetry" perse. I suppose I'd consider it a release of my inner most tho......

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