Portrait of a Poet
Her mind is an insatiate cow,
Pasturing in dim-lit libraries,
And nosing its way
Among dusty books and yellow parchments.
And from such moldy food
Flows the fresh, wholesome milk
Of her verses,
To nourish our spent dreams
With new illusions!
Pasturing in dim-lit libraries,
And nosing its way
Among dusty books and yellow parchments.
And from such moldy food
Flows the fresh, wholesome milk
Of her verses,
To nourish our spent dreams
With new illusions!
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