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    On Nights Like This
    On Nights Like This
    On Nights Like This
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    On Nights Like This

    By Marianne Bluger

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    Marianne Bluger knows what it is to be at sea; oceans of sad and beautiful possibilities wash her poems. And she feels the warmth and fixity of anchorage in home. Tender by nature but tough at need, her language deftly negotiates a course between these poles.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBrick Books
    Release dateSep 15, 1984
    ISBN9781771311083
    On Nights Like This
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    Marianne Bluger

    Marianne Bluger was a Canadian poet from Ottawa, Ontario.

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      On Nights Like This - Marianne Bluger

      ON NIGHTS LIKE THIS

      ON NIGHTS LIKE THIS

      MARIANNE BULGER

      BRICK BOOKS

      COLDSTREAM

      ©Marianne Bluger, 1984

      ISBN 0-919626-25-4

      Brick Books

      www.brickbooks.ca

      Box 20081

      431 Boler Road

      London, Ontario

      N6K 4G6

      Canada

      CONTENTS

      On Nights Like This

      5 a.m.

      Dance of the Turnips

      Hanging from a Helium Balloon

      Spring

      The Thousandth Spring Would be the Same

      Krishna-Shiva

      Jagdip 1968

      Shh, be quiet now

      David

      In the Station

      You burn me -Sappho

      The Snowscape Puzzle

      For R. Klibansky, Philosopher

      Poem of Winter

      The Hunt

      Grandmother

      a cataract of honey

      As Though Lost in a Sleeve

      She worked her bone hook

      ‘Even his dreams are dreams of earth…’

      Feb. 1982

      At the Fair

      The Heart the Sea

      My Girl Cried Mother

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