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Sheila Pritchard

Winter 1958

The Shattered Air

By Sheila Pritchard

Behind the shadow waits the old man not unloving. Before the shadow I unlearning, learning, rise and fall again within the turning earth within the sky. Her restless shoulder thrust […]

Winter 1958

Point of Change

By Sheila Pritchard

In the marble depot, out of the wind-aimed weather, The multiple man stands in the trampling hall. Vaguely he looks for the red nightcap of his father And waves goodbye […]