He's standing on blue sidewalks now
forever crying Stella to
celestial desires, forever
playing games of peek-a-boo
with gods more illusory than film,
forever in a role to thrill'em...
FRESH POSSIBILITIES
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Today we will look at a seasonal poem by A. E. Housman, taking it verse by
verse. XVI — SPRING MORNING Star and coronal and bellApril underfoot
renews,And ...
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