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Selva Oscura (Louis Macneice)

A house can be haunted by those who were never there If there was where they were missed. Returning to such Is it worse if you miss the same or another or none? The haunting anyway is too much. You … Lees verder

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Sleeping Winds (Louis Macneice)

North The wind was curled in a ball asleep in a tree With a young man cutting a heart on the bark; Something came into the absence of mind of the wind, He threw off the green and yawned himself … Lees verder

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