Invocation to the Trees.
The poem "Invocation to the Trees" by Patrick Bond is presented. First Line: You do not feel the cold as we do. Last Line: They fall and fly away, leave my stave bare. You are still there.
| Publicado en: | Resurgence & Ecologist no. 272; p. 49 |
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| Formato: | Poem |
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Resurgence Trust
May/Jun2012
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| Acceso en línea: | Ver este registro en EBSCOhost |
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