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pamphlet with poems upright on bottom side and pamphlet at a right angle above poems
MOHAWK TRAIL CONCERTS presents A FAMILY CONCERT CELEBRATING THE BICENTENNIAL of the TOWN OF HEATH MASSACHUSETTS
image within a circle of two houses adjacent to each other with a single tree between them, a forest behind them written in black ink to the left of the image Jack, Hope you like the poems - they were very loud and it was a SRO affair. Very fun! C.
Music from 1785, 1885, and 1985 in italics including a new piece by Arnold Black for a text of Charles Miller
Robert Bonfiglio italicsHarmonica David Smith italics Tenor The Gather Round Singers and an Ensemble of Mohawk Trail Concerts Artists SATURDAY, JUNE 25TH, 1985 HEATH UNION CHURCH 7:30 P.M. italics $4.00: $2.00 Seniors/16 and under
italics Funded in part by the italics For tickets and further information National Endowment for the Arts MOHAWK TRAIL CONCERTS The Mass. Council for the Arts & Humanities BOX 843 and the Business Fund for the Arts GREENFIELD, MA 01302 in Franklin County 413 - 43690
Words for a Season in black ink (for Wystan) O bells that tell of a Word, may your music be heard and may your mythic Child relate to every hope-hungry man the logical good of your plan!
O word, and all clear words on white, like tracks of birds on drifting heathen snow, please guide our going as we go from season to unknown season through climates of untamed reason, wandering in the wilderness of lesser words than love .
written in black ink 1954
Home
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Centered in this woodland hamlet Our clipboard cottage looks through trees at Niebunts' dove-coted house where Eliot, Auden, Spender and peers indulged weekends of words.
The past is a cogent antique here, the future an uncomputed fantasy as I revel in present family, and hobnob with accomplished ghosts.
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These wooden walls and wide-eye windows, these wide-plank floors beneath our feet, these doors that stare at facing doors this roof that fends the wind, the snow and rain--- We call it Home, this mortgaged muse's manse!
O pert toyhouse on a puritan hill, last stop, snugbox, embrace us until earth clods drum down upon the lid!
in black ink 1981-1985