The thin smoke of the heart /
It is that sort of morning for the heart; the living are giving the dead an honest test. A man has walked out to be alone with the earth. A man of his age, he equates time with grief most days, but now he has decided to wait. In the silence, where do his raised eyes fit? --from Vow.
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Montreal ; Ithaca :
McGill-Queen's University Press,
©2000.
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| Series: | Hugh MacLennan poetry series.
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