Cervelat Poems - Poems about Cervelat

...He tries again to situate his grosbeak nose beneath his spectacles. He twists the silver toothpick in his teeth and hunches now a little more toward her, saying “Listen, dear, I’ve said all this......

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...WINTER, 1948 [40 Saxton Street] for W.W The winter nights that pass now are so unlike the winter nights that passed before, that I often struggle back in those suspended moments when sleep ......

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...Husband and Wife on Hassocks Eating Sausage He tries again to situate his grosbeak nose beneath his spectacles. He twists the toothpick in his teeth and hunches now a little more toward her......

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