I think often of death, And I have read the wistful Shelley Whose longing betrays the fires within, And my home state Laureate Whom the indians taught to sing. This Neihardt who, Using borrowed eyes, Became a Seer, And EvEn cummings Whose goings on i'm neverquitesure:...
Sketch: Vol. 43
, Article 11.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol43/iss3/11