William Blake's Ghost | Poem

 
 
 
 

William Blake's Ghost   The cutworm forgives the plow, but NOT  the bulldozer. Yes Allen, the hills indeed, do echo. If we could feel the collective loss of human love, would we learn to live more collectively? more ghostspeak:  Paul Cezanne  /  Ben Franklin  /  Sophocles Tiger

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