Guest, Barbara: History
History (Angol)for Frank O'Hara Old Thing We have escaped you wrote about Here amid the wild woodbine landscapes I recollect the idols secluded by buttresses when the Church of Our Lady cried Enough and we were banished Sighing strangers the last even breath poets Yet the funicular It could only cry that midnight hill My lights are your initials Mon Ami! the funicular in its side
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