A.M. Klein Quotes

• Where are the braves, the faces like autumn fruit, who stared at the child from the coloured frontispiece?
• And my tears, too, have stained this heirloomed ground, When reading in these treatises some weird Miracle, I turned a leaf and found A white hair fallen from my father's beard.
• This is a grassy ghetto, and no home.
• For the tourist's brown pennies scattered at the old church door, the ragged papooses jump, and bite the dust.

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