UNIDENTIFIED CRAFT
A map in the shape
Of a kite scans over
The land it paints
Nodding to the strings
That no one sees
Though they be de-
tached–God’s hand
Nevertheless
Beats me tirelessly
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A map in the shape
Of a kite scans over
The land it paints
Nodding to the strings
That no one sees
Though they be de-
tached–God’s hand
Nevertheless
Beats me tirelessly
Just a few months after Cathy Earnshaw kindly drove Heathcliff ‘mad- ly off,’ begging him to ‘just go’ and ‘rob a gold mine!,’ Heathcliff returns years in advance–not simply as a thief or some pale white gypsy chewing the leathery meat... Continue →