Night-Fall in Cachipe
1990; Johns Hopkins University Press; Volume: 13; Issue: 2 Linguagem: Inglês
10.2307/2931706
ISSN1080-6512
Autores ResumoAll night monocled the Moon spies through her glass Basteing the air above the dripping trees. A river threads her ribbon course through acres of silk, And fierce dogs sow their voices to the winds. But there tread ghouls, douens and phantoms Shadowed in the clutching shuddering dark Of twisted tree stumps and a wandering course That plunges through bowels of cold slabberings. A velum of moss chokes the straggly boughs.
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