Buds. Blades. Blood. Suffering. Renewal. Cleansed by death. Made pure through pain.
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Monday, April 7, 2008
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Dedicated to poets and scholars who laud, admire, or at least mildly appreciate the stylistic and creative contributions to poetic literature that T.S. Elliot, E.E. Cummings, Robert Frost, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Walt Whitman and the like left with us.