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 · Flame Tree – Selected Poems by Kevin Hart. By John Sears / 11 December Kevin Hart’s Flame Tree selects work from the past quarter of a . Flame tree: selected poems. [Kevin Hart] Home. WorldCat Home About WorldCat Help. Search. Search for Library Items Search for Lists Search for Contacts Search for a Library. Create lists, bibliographies and reviews: or Search WorldCat. Find items in libraries near you. Advanced Search Find a. Flame Tree: Selected Poems (Newcastle-upon-Tyne: Bloodaxe Books), Australian edition published by Paperpark Press, pp. Chinese translation (Beijing: Jiangsu Press, ), pp. Wicked Heat (Sydney: Paperbark Press); rpt.,

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Flame Tree – Selected Poems by Kevin Hart. By John Sears / 11 December Kevin Hart’s Flame Tree selects work from the past quarter of a century that, considered in its totality, suggests. Flame Tree: Selected Poems (Newcastle-upon-Tyne: Bloodaxe Books), Australian edition published by Paperpark Press, pp. Chinese translation (Beijing: Jiangsu Press, ), pp. Wicked Heat (Sydney: Paperbark Press); rpt., by: Kevin Hart from: Flame Tree: Selected Poems. O come, in any way you want, In morning sunlight fooling in the leaves Or in thick bouts of rain that soak my head Because of what the darkness said. Or come, though far too slowly for my eye to see, Like a dark hair that fades to gray. Come with the wind that wraps my house.