He murdered himself,All of his work undone by desireThat drove him to pursue the unreachable goal.In the end he was not that artist.No one took note, and none to acquireThe wealth he claimed or stole. He acted upon every stage,But […]
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The Clouds, The Wind
Whence cometh the murky clouds?Perhaps from Pamela’s head.And the vaunting, lordly wind?Her husband, Ed. © A. M. Siriano CC BY