"But the green nuts are falling on my heart."
(a real line of poetry - by Marjorie L. C. Pickthall. From Marguerite Wilkinson's New Voices, 1924.)
from Startles
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Not the image itself, but a memory of the image. Not color or black and
white, more a pattern with feelings attached like nuts that burn in the
light. D...
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