J A N U A R Y 1 9 9 7 ![]() THE LITANY OF DISPARAGEMENTby Dick Allen | |||||||||||||
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I drove, but I didn't turn. I spoke, but I didn't learn. I warmed, but I didn't burn. ![]()
Cards held too close to my chest,
I never reached my floodmark.
The nurse bends low over me.
Pray, for the willows must shake.
Copyright © 1997 by The Atlantic Monthly Company. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; January 1997; The Litany of Disparagement; Volume 279, No. 1; page 46. |
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