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The Waste Land - V. What the Thunder Said
Thomas Stearns Eliot
After the torchlight red on sweaty faces After the frosty silence in the gardens After... -
Canto XLIX
Ezra Pound
For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses: Rain; empty river; a voyage, Fire... -
The Garden of Eros
Oscar Wilde
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir... -
Szalony, Sprośny Starzec / The Wild Old Wicked Man
William Butler Yeats
Because I am mad about women I am mad about the hills, Said that wild...