SONNETS TO EUROPA (Vlanes Poems)
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
I. You liked your scrolls ? - Here they are. The manuscript of your book ? - Here it is. ...
Come to me with the full moon, tell me a word or two, all the garden will be soon sprinkled ...
Desine, Paulle, meum lacrimis urgere sepulcrum: nempe tuas lacrimas litora surda bibent. Propertius, IV.11 Don't cry for me, for only ...
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