Knapping Poems - Poems about Knapping

...I did not think you knew what an azimuth was, I said to Guy. “I am not a Neolithic,” he told me with a sniff, I know why… Some people misjudge this brilliant child of two months past twelve. His m......

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...this twinning set, of urchin's smile reflected, by stale fathers turned to murk, knapping flint saturated by eons, gripped saltwise in bitter steel neglected, high voices cry "banal!" and f......

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...To preserve this day, I pick red plums wild Within my soul, I dream a while A vision ancient, to me smiles Of plums growing wild in thickets dark There for taking by man or lark Beside running waters......

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