Ode to a Nightingale
I My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock...
Wordy mornings and musical afternoons. Worldly yearnings and celestical partial moons. An illustrated journey from your...
[ANG] The Emperor of Ice-Cream
Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups...
THE sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent...