The Killing (Edwin Muir Poems)
That was the day they killed the Son of GodOn a squat hill-top by Jerusalem.Zion was bare, her children from ...
That was the day they killed the Son of GodOn a squat hill-top by Jerusalem.Zion was bare, her children from ...
The windless northern surge, the sea-gull's scream, And Calvin's kirk crowning the barren brae. I think of Giotto the Tuscan ...
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