Poems In Unrhymed Cadence (F S Flint Poems)
I London, my beautiful, It is not the sunset Nor the pale green sky Shimmering through the curtain Of the ...
I London, my beautiful, It is not the sunset Nor the pale green sky Shimmering through the curtain Of the ...
I MOVE: perhaps I have wakened; this is a bed; this is a room; and there is light . . ...
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