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Dockhands Poems - Poems about Dockhands


Manhattan Soliloquy Re-Post
......dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932) As I dream the sounds of morning sliver, cut my senses; slow, persistent slices pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness. The muffled cries of merchant hust......

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Categories: dockhands, love, passion,
Form: Verse
Manhattan Soliloquy
......dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932) As I dream the sounds of morning sliver, cut my senses; slow, persistent slices pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness. The muffled cries of merchant hus......

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Categories: dockhands, dedication, writing,
Form: Verse



Manhattan Soliloquy Repost
......dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932) As I dream the sounds of morning sliver, cut my senses; slow, persistent slices pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness. The muffled cries of merchant h......

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Categories: dockhands, paradise, writing,
Form: Verse
Manhattan Soliloquy
......dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932) As I dream the sounds of morning sliver, cut my senses; slow, persistent slices pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness. The muffled cries of merchant hus......

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Categories: dockhands, tribute,
Form: Verse
Manhattan Soliloquy
......dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932) As I dream the sounds of morning sliver, cut my senses; slow, persistent slices pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness. The muffled cries of merchant hus......

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Categories: dockhands, writing,
Form: Verse



Manhattan Soliloquy
......dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932) As I dream the sounds of morning sliver, cut my senses; slow, persistent slices pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness. The muffled cries of merchant hustle and......

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Categories: dockhands, on writing and words,
Form: Verse
Manhattan Soliloquy (Repost)
......dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932) As I dream the sounds of morning sliver, cut my senses; slow, persistent slices pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness. The muffled cries of merchant hust......

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Categories: dockhands, devotion, imagination, love, on
Form: Verse
Manhattan Soliloquy
...Manhattan Soliloquy ...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932) As I dream the sounds of morning sliver, cut my senses; slow, persistent slices pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness. The muffle......

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Categories: dockhands, dedicationstars,
Form: Imagism

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