Squatter’s Children (Elizabeth Bishop Poems)
On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The ...
On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories