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Atlantic Canada's International Literary Journal
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Jack Lowther Wilson
Words from Woods
In clouds of her hair is sunlight bursting
Lo!
This emptied vessel of grass and string
The Gull
Around my hand that holds him
Sea Widow
Killdeer brown and brindled white-stripe beach she walks,
Nothing but Love
Nothing but love brings the bones
Poem for Esther
Amaze me with your love's conundrum,
I Too Applaud the Seasons of Despair
I too applaude the seasons of despair
Snowbird and Hawk
Snowbird and hawl and the fiery blood of hunger,
Testatory
I am alive in a God's-our time of miracle,
Poem for One
You, the mark of me I grave and trace
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No. 301