Hymn To Life (James Schuyler Poems)
The wind rests its cheek upon the ground and feels the cool dampAnd lifts its head with twigs and small ...
The wind rests its cheek upon the ground and feels the cool dampAnd lifts its head with twigs and small ...
The smell of snow, stinging in nostrils as the wind lifts it from a beachEve-shuttering, mixed with sand, or when ...
Past is past, and if oneremembers what one meantto do and never did, isnot to have thought to doenough? Like ...
Past is past, and if one remembers what one meant to do and never did, is not to have thought ...
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