To a Painting of Echo (AM Juster Poems)
Foolish artist, why must you sketch my faceAnd hound a goddess eyes cannot detect?I am the daughter born of Speech ...
Foolish artist, why must you sketch my faceAnd hound a goddess eyes cannot detect?I am the daughter born of Speech ...
At last I entered a long dark gallery, Catacomb-lined; and ranged at the side Were the bodies of men from ...
The crowd like sheep mindlessly following the exhortations of the leaders stirring them to shout Not hosannahs, praises to the ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
All erasure of pain is like the contrary of dust that weighs dark in my lungs when I am feckless ...
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