Strike, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail
May’s beauty massacre and wisp?d wild clouds grow
Out on the giant air; tell Summer No,
Bid joy back, have at the harvest, keep Hope pale.
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Art is born of the observation and investigation of nature.
by Camille GuthrieA stretched frieze
poured hill to hill
to a milked horizon
The fetish rubs close
is graspable, laps
at the taffy-pulling rack
She acquiesces to divine rights
This poultice will heave
many ...