Ruin (John Bannister Tabb Poems)
It stands like Night,The sepulchre of a departed light,Whose glory gone,Each hoary vestige chroniclesOf crumbling stone.The portal now,A broken arch ...
It stands like Night,The sepulchre of a departed light,Whose glory gone,Each hoary vestige chroniclesOf crumbling stone.The portal now,A broken arch ...
Stairstep music: ups, downs, Bill Robinson smiling, jazzdancing the rounds. She raised champagne lips, danced inside banana hips. All Paris ...
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