Geometry (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
My window looks upon a wood That stands as tangled as it stood When God was centuries too young To care how right ...
My window looks upon a wood That stands as tangled as it stood When God was centuries too young To care how right ...
I recall a touch, which frequently fell upon me,A chilling touch as though the shroudOf Eternity had swept me.Well I ...
Pale flowers are you, that scarce have known the sun!Your little faces like sad blossoms seem,Shut in some room, there ...
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