Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across... The Imaginal Reaction to Poetry: The Affective and the Aesthetic Judgment - 54. oldal szerző: June Etta Downey - 1911 - 56 oldal Teljes nézet -
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