← v17n1, Spring 2018Poetry · Volume 17, Number 1
Virginia Woolf at Seventeen: The Warboys Journal One
Virginia Woolf at Seventeen: The Warboys Journal One
I am practicing my penmanship with various nibs, this one thin as the beak of a lark. Push, pull. Push, pull.
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heroic resolution to change my ideas of calligraphy
dear but somewhat too romantic pen
This This is written with my dear, but somewhat too
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I am very sorry that I cannot find anyone
to agree in this matter with me. This at last
This This was one of the last things that
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This I
This I write in the year of a
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This sheet of paper if it had followed the fate
Within the fabric’s polished
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Usages of linen predate the book & still
fabric spindle spire beam
the glory grows & still we
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How can things so finely made unmake us so completely?
