...after a night spent writing poetry, one is almost happy to hear the milkman at the door.
Wallace StevensChildren picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill.
Wallace Stevens...after a night spent writing poetry, one is almost happy to hear the milkman at the door.
Wallace StevensChildren picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill.
Wallace Stevens