The winds that blow
Ask them, which leaf of the tree
Will be the next to go.
The winds that blow
Ask them, which leaf of the tree
Will be the next to go.
Eyebrows are made to be raised.
The last level of metaphor in the Alice books is this: that life, viewed rationally and without illusion, appears to…
A DirgeRough Wind, that moanest loudGrief too sad for song;Wild wind, when sullen cloudKnells all the night long;Sad storm, whose…