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In Time of War, Sonnet VIII – WH Auden

He turned his field into a meeting-place, And grew the tolerant ironic eye, And formed the mobile money-changer’s face, And found the notion of equality. And strangers were as brothers to his clocks, And with his spires he made a … Continue reading

April 1, 2012 Posted in Reflections Tagged with: , Leave a comment