Wolves In The City
O my poor Kingdom, Sick with civil blows Peopled with WOLVES, Thy old inhabitants...
9/19/2014
The White Rose - Hugh MacDiarmid
The rose of all the world is not for me.
I want for my part
Only the little white rose of Scotland
That smells sharp and sweet—and breaks the heart.
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