The Daily Poem: Autumn
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Your support makes all the difference.For copyright reasons we are not able to provide the full text of the poem on this database. Following are the details of the publication in which it appears.
James Dickey, who has been writing poetry for over three decades, is Carolina Professor and Poet-in-Residence at University of South Carolina. He will be attending the screening of his novel Deliverance during the festival of the American South in the National Film Theatre I, South Bank Centre, at 8.45pm tonight (Box Office: 071 928 8800). This poem appears in The Whole Motion: Collected Poems published by Wesleyan/New England
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