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“It is despair that nothing cannot be Flares in the mind and leaves a smoky mark Of dread. Look upward. Neither firm nor free, Purposeless matter hovers in the dark.”

Quote by Thom Gunn

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Thom Gunn
Thom Gunn

Thom Gunn was an influential British poet known for his concise and direct style. His poetry often explored the relationship between the individual and society, reflecting on modern life. Gunn's work was celebrated in the mid-20th century, and his poems have been widely translated and read. more

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