By Wole Soyinka Hanging day.A hollow earthEchoes footsteps of the grave procession.Walls in sunspotsLean to shadow of the shortening morn. Behind an eyepatch lushly blue.The …
Solitary Man
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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his …