Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill.
Wallace StevensPeople ought to like poetry the way a child likes snow & they would if poets wrote it.
Wallace StevensChildren picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill.
Wallace StevensPeople ought to like poetry the way a child likes snow & they would if poets wrote it.
Wallace Stevens