The Joshua Tree by Cabot, Robert -- Read -- Imperial Library of Trantor

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Cover Title page eCopyright Author biography Dedication Table of Contents Foreword The Joshua Tree I, Joshua tree I, old Will I, Lily Me, Will Spear: little Jerry Dan once – windmills on the Volga, bottles dancing bright on the Elbe Me, Lily; touch your heaven, little Lily Rooted, the sky You, young Willy, cut loose Presences Innocences, Lily, in your heart Holding; the ancient home, the earth Willy; Spider Woman, give Earth’s Treasure The earth holds this lightly, waiting Lily of the Valley, so slowly turning from you Desert voices Stem of grass: Willy’s shaman rope Willy – the weaving threads – Lily Sad flowers, Lily; the passion dance They’d roll no more Me, Willy, I’d roll on, more Gold in red rock, Willy, your Desert Lady Elements, Lily; the slaying and the sowing Voices of the wilderness, speak to Lily Speak to all Your treasure, Will The Joshua flower from your Lily A sharp scythe and the sun on your neck, old Will Wild willow honey, Lily to Will She’ll move on light in my valley; Leev Mail Here Pleas I, Joshua tree; earth to sky Author’s Note

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