Thursday, May 10, 2001

Clouds Comments

Rating: 2.9

Down the blue night the unending columns press
In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow,
Now tread the far South, or lift rounds of snow
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Rupert Brooke
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s.vimal 28 July 2018

super,,,,.....

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DANIEL OLOTU 15 September 2016

Add a comment I love this poem. finely put forth with the necessary low toned melancholy.i respect this man with his plain unsugared tale.stuffs rich poetry are made of.

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