It hides its drought so poorly, slowing to vacancy and meagerly tasting what it can to sustain/ giving way for the occupants that can’t do without
Read More“It has been assumed, tacitly and avowedly, directly and indirectly, that the ultimate object of all Poetry is Truth.”
It hides its drought so poorly, slowing to vacancy and meagerly tasting what it can to sustain/ giving way for the occupants that can’t do without
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