Sappho (James Wright Poems)
The twilight falls; I soften the dusting feathers,And clean again.The house has lain and moldered for three days.The windows smeared ...
The twilight falls; I soften the dusting feathers,And clean again.The house has lain and moldered for three days.The windows smeared ...
By gar! I tell-a you, t'ings don't stop Since da war he come wit' a rush,When Nicko, da boss at ...
In Italy, where this sort of thing can occur, I had a vision once - though you understand It was ...
Hark, I hear the bells of Westgate, I will tell you what they sigh, Where those minarets and steeples Prick ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
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