“He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.”
Quote by W.H. Auden
Book:Collected Poems
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Collected Poems
This book is a collection of poems that spans different styles and themes, showcasing the diversity of poetic expression. more
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