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Poetry. A collection of sonnets by Lewis Turco.

THE FOREWORD BLUES
Wesli Court said I should write a book,
A bunch of blues--enough to fill a book,
And he'd design the cover. I said, Look,
If you'll write half of them, then I will choose
A ball-point pen, a felt-tip--I will choose
To join you in a modicum of blues.
And that's the reason, Reader, we are here--
You, Wes and me--we three assembled here
Among these turning leaves yellow and sere.
We hope you'll think the words we write are fine,
Our writing bold and dark, but our wordage fine . . .,
At least we hope you'll like the cover design.

Envoy Epilogue
Go, little book of sorrows, cares and woes,
But Wesli's gone. Where? Only goodness knows.