The Child Dying (Edwin Muir Poems)
Unfriendly friendly universe, I pack your stars into my purse, And bid you so farewell. That I can leave you, ...
Unfriendly friendly universe, I pack your stars into my purse, And bid you so farewell. That I can leave you, ...
Our fathers all were poor, Poorer our fathers' fathers; Beyond, we dare not look. We, the sons, keep store Of ...
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