By Agha Shahid Ali Kashmir shrinks into my mailbox,my home a neat four by six inches. I always loved neatness. Now I holdthe half-inch Himalayas …
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Ode To A Nightingale
By John Keats My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness painsMy sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate to the …