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‘Good Night!’ said I, ‘My dear Steerforth! I shall be gone before you wake in the morning. Good night!
He was unwilling to let me go; and stood, holding me out, with a hand on each of my shoulders as he had done in my own room.
Uncertain Measures by Aidan Semmens (Shearsman), What The Ground Holds by Rosie Jackson (Poetry Salzburg)
In the fifth issue of Perfect Bound (1978), the Cambridge journal that Aidan Semmens edited with Peter Robinson, I find the following lines of a prose poem; 816 more words