When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I...
The Donkey
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The Praise Of Dust
"What of vile dust?" the preacher said. Methought the whole world woke,The dead stone lived beneath my foot, And my whole body spoke."You, that...
A Prayer in Darkness
This much, O heavenif I should brood or rave, Pity me not; but let the world be fed, Yea, in my madness if I strike me dead, Heed you the grass that...