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Joan Finnigan

It Was the First Week in March

It was the first week in March when I walked out

A Poem for Jack Bechtel (Who Asked Me to Tell Him How I See This Spring)

Conspirators in the hidden

In the Night the Little Cataraqui Died

In the night the Little Cataraqui

Old Mr. Culhane, Irish to the bone, he Says

Old Mr. Culhane, Irish to the bone, he says

Richmond Town

Now Richmond town has the air,

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Joan Finnigan

It Was the First Week in March

A Poem for Jack Bechtel (Who Asked Me to Tell Him How I See This Spring)

The Bride-Doll

A Day in June

In the Night the Little Cataraqui Died

Old Mr. Culhane, Irish to the bone, he Says

Felling of the Tree

Richmond Town

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Joan Finnigan