Tag: beatrice
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Dark woods, Dante vanquished
Last night having supped With a modest cup proposed to compose My plans were soon scuppered by an interloper’s arrival Wind which kind ructions Blusterful cheeks bearded Boreas all mustered A casement closed at the latch explodes open Fumbling ecstasy, mumbling vexation chasing pages across the room Pages full of heretofore unseen quotations Solicitations to…
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