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THE WHOLE WORLD'S SADLY TALKING TO ITSELF - W. B . YEATS by JAMES TATE

Poet Analysis

First Line: HANDS FULL OF SAND, I SAY
Last Line: of a flower poised on your lip
Subject(s): LANGUAGE; FAREWELL; WORDS; VOCABULARY; PARTING;
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