Orange is the Colour of Word
Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration. - Carl Sandburg
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Poem on the London Underground
Western wind when wilt thou blow
the small rain down can rain
Christ if my love were in my arms
and I in my bed again
Anon (early 16th century)
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