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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOVEMBER WIND, by NAOMI REYNOLDS First Line: November wind, you shall not touch Last Line: The body of my soulless dead? | |||
November wind, you shall not touch The wee form in the wee white bed. You have his soul, why must you toss The body of my soulless dead? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BERKELEY HILL by NAOMI REYNOLDS CATHEDRAL TOWERS by NAOMI REYNOLDS COME NOT IN BLACK by NAOMI REYNOLDS HELL'S BELLS by NAOMI REYNOLDS HIS FIRST POEM by NAOMI REYNOLDS |
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