corrections
“Out of my mind the golden ointment rained,
And my ears made the blowing hymns they heard.”
recent stuff
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Ode to Psyche
John Keats
“A rosy sanctuary will I dress / With the wreath’d trellis of a working brain”
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Tea at the Palaz of Hoon
Wallace Stevens
One of the silliest poems.
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Pro Vercelli
Brian Phillips
One of my favourite things.