Hymn To Life (James Schuyler Poems)
The wind rests its cheek upon the ground and feels the cool dampAnd lifts its head with twigs and small ...
The wind rests its cheek upon the ground and feels the cool dampAnd lifts its head with twigs and small ...
Every hour needles pierce the heart,And make it bleed like the deep crimson of red silkOn cool, white-linen flesh.And a ...
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