The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock read by TS Eliot
Can I order a large luxury bathful of ass’s milk like our Cleopatra did so I can bathe myself in the white liquid? I suspect I’ll come out in a…
Social media hopping led inadvertently to Epilogue by Robert Lowell, a poem that puzzles primarily over the unpredictabilities of poetic technique and poetry’s purpose. Epilogue Those blessèd structures, plot and…
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