Sappho (James Wright Poems)
The twilight falls; I soften the dusting feathers,And clean again.The house has lain and moldered for three days.The windows smeared ...
The twilight falls; I soften the dusting feathers,And clean again.The house has lain and moldered for three days.The windows smeared ...
Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve sloping down A steep hill, suddenly sweeping out To the edge of a cliff, and ...
It is all right. All they do Is go in by dividing One rib from another. I wouldn't Lie to ...
The night's drifts Pile up below me and behind my back, Slide down the hill, rise again, and build Eerie ...
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