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Jack Hirschman

Jack Hirschman Poetry

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The House of the Setting Sun “Become a rag again and the poorest may wave you” —Pier Paolo Pasolini: To the Red Flag I put my mouth to your misery, New Orleans, inundated and soaking with death. Here lies: war lies piled so high, this floating prison of a cemetery cries out of rage at…

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