Desire, loneliness, wind in the flowering almond—surely these are the great, the inexhaustible subjectsto which my predecessors apprenticed themselves.I hear them echo in my own heart, disguised as convention.
Related Authors: Louise Gl?�ck | The Seven Ages
Related Topics: poetry
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