We should never forget that of all the art forms, only the poem can be carried around in the brain perfectly intact.
We should never forget that of all the art forms, only the poem can be carried around in the brain perfectly intact.
Sail not as if in pleasure boats upon a troubled sea.
Let not the Olive boast of her own fatness, nor the Fig-tree of her own sweetness, nor the Vine of…
The DonkeyWhen forests walked and fishes flewAnd figs grew upon thorn,Some moment when the moon was blood,Then, surely, I was…