O powerful western fallen star! O shades of night- O moody, tearful night! O great star disappear’d-O the black murk that hides the star! O cruel hands that hold me powerless- O helpless soul of me! O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul. LEAves of Grass Last year, almost at the sameContinue reading “Father of free verse and Leaves of Grass!”
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