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“Dare you see a soul at the white heat”–after Emily Dickinson

Sheila Squillante

“The long, multitudinous rain”–after Carl Sandburg

Sheila Squillante

“All essences of sweetness from the white, warm day go up in vapor,” –after Genevieve Taggard

Sheila Squillante

“in these dark cells, packed street after street”–after H.D.

Sheila Squillante

“I am not used to hope” –after Emily Dickinson

Sheila Squillante

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“There is a pain so utter,” –after Emily Dickinson

Sheila Squillante