The original is unfaithful to the translation.
The original is unfaithful to the translation.
Red Boots On Way down Geneva All along Vine, Deeper than the snowdrift Love's eyes shine: Mary Lou's walking In…
Words ought to be a little wild for they are the assault of thoughts on the unthinking.
Because You Asked About the Line Between Prose and Poetry Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle That while you…