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Planter Box Conceit, and: Be With 花盆箱的自负与

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SEWANEE REVIEW Pub Date : 2024-02-08 DOI: 10.1353/sew.2024.a919134

Cate Lycurgus

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Maroon 马龙人

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SEWANEE REVIEW Pub Date : 2024-02-08 DOI: 10.1353/sew.2024.a919135

Sonia Feigelson

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The Barest Horizon: Jamel Brinkley's "Bartow Station" 最简单的地平线贾梅尔-布林克利的 "巴托车站"

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SEWANEE REVIEW Pub Date : 2024-02-08 DOI: 10.1353/sew.2024.a919133

Garth Greenwell

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At Tangled 在 Tangled

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SEWANEE REVIEW Pub Date : 2024-02-08 DOI: 10.1353/sew.2024.a919144

Rob Colgate

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Gray Morning, and: Wind, and: Against 灰蒙蒙的早晨，和风反对

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SEWANEE REVIEW Pub Date : 2024-02-08 DOI: 10.1353/sew.2024.a919140

Michael McGriff

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Hamsters 仓鼠

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SEWANEE REVIEW Pub Date : 2023-06-01 DOI: 10.1353/sew.2023.a903508

R. Travieso

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These Days 这些天

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SEWANEE REVIEW Pub Date : 2023-06-01 DOI: 10.1353/sew.2023.a903504

Nick Marshall

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Two Poems 两首诗