Old York
you ride trains for hours
you season you dream
suddenly you can’t sit still
no one hears from you again
you season you dream
suddenly you can’t sit still
no one hears from you again
Old York
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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
ttg’s Poems (1)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Old York | 0 | 12/02/2008 |
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