Literary Verve
Poetry. Prose. Passion.
January 16, 2012
"The last stroke of midnight dies.
All day in the one chair
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Vague memories, nothing but memories."
– W. B. Yeats, from "
Broken Dreams
"
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