The soft quem quam will be Scops the Owl
conjugation of nouns, a line of enquiry,
powdery stubble of the socratic prison
laurels crack like parchments in the wind.
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Could someone help me with the interpretation. I find it incomprehensible!
and among the tombs gnawing of mandolines confounding sleep with carnage where strangers arrive like sleepy gods dismount at nightfall at desolate inns. those who have gone to visit Acropolis may understand this poem very well.. tony