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Poetic Interlude CIII

A Selection from In Memory of W. B. Yeats By W. H. Auden He disappeared in the dead of winter: The brooks were frozen, the air-ports almost deserted, And snow disfigured the public statues; The mercury sank in the mouth of … Continue reading

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