The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead... John Keats
I looked at old pictures of John Keats. Now I get why my Ap Lit teacher in high school had such a huge crush on him. He...
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