Excerpt from Poetry, Vol. 190: July/August 2007; Summer BreakIt was worth death to see you through these optic nerves, to feel breeze through the fur on my arms to be chilled and stirred in your mortal martini.In documents elsewhere I have already recorded my complaints in some painstaking detail.Now, because all things are joyful near water, there just might be time to catch up on praise.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work.

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