At Ithaca (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens, and the sea takes on ...
Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens, and the sea takes on ...
Can we believe -- by an effort comfort our hearts: it is not waste all this, not placed here in ...
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