mutilation odes, 13
hence
hesitation
high water
I saw him
hindered
hoisted forward
homeward
above the horizon
in an hour
hove short
a strange sail hovering about
how many?
dreadful
hurries
instinctive human supposition that any word may mean its opposite
Susan Howe, My Emily Dickinson (1985)
16 May 2012
tags: mutilation odes