TITLE

Mourning Fragment

AUTHOR(S)
Larkin, Joan
PUB. DATE
June 2013
SOURCE
Jewish Currents;Summer2013, Vol. 67 Issue 4, p47
SOURCE TYPE
Periodical
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
The poem "Mourning Fragment," by Joan Larkin is presented. First Line: Suri danced in the women's bar, Last Line: you must doubt.
ACCESSION #
89541434

 

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