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Children of the Pipes, and: Appalachian Wine

Children of the Pipes, and: Appalachian Wine Cathy Lentes Appalachian Heritage, Volume 24, Number 2, Spring 1996, p. 40 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1996.0040 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/436057/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 20:28 GMT from JHU Libraries Children of the Pipes I am haunted by the cries of the children in the furnace; they wake me long into the shadows of the night. I rise stumbling outward as if to draw them to me but they whistle tuneless misery down the pipes. Poems by Cathy Lentes Appalachian Wine The sun slips down into the green easiness of hills In the marsh a bullfrog draws deep drafts of dusk Above the barn one golden maple glows like a goblet Night's cork shudders loose and pours a burgundy sky http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

Children of the Pipes, and: Appalachian Wine

Lentes, Cathy.
Appalachian Review , Volume 24 (2) – Jan 8, 2014
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Cathy Lentes Appalachian Heritage, Volume 24, Number 2, Spring 1996, p. 40 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1996.0040 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/436057/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 20:28 GMT from JHU Libraries Children of the Pipes I am haunted by the cries of the children in the furnace; they wake me long into the shadows of the night. I rise stumbling outward as if to draw them to me but they whistle tuneless misery down the pipes. Poems by Cathy Lentes Appalachian Wine The sun slips down into the green easiness of hills In the marsh a bullfrog draws deep drafts of dusk Above the barn one golden maple glows like a goblet Night's cork shudders loose and pours a burgundy sky

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Appalachian Review – University of North Carolina Press

Published: Jan 8, 2014

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