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| so:text | Down to the Puritan marrow of my bones There’s something in this richness that I hate. I love the look, austere, immaculate, Of landscapes drawn in pearly monotones. There’s something in my very blood that owns Bare hills, cold silver on a sky of slate, A thread of water, churned to milky spate Streaming through slanted pastures fenced with stones. (en) |
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| so:description | Wild Peaches (en) |
| so:description | Nets to Catch the Wind (1921) (en) |
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