I’ve been another man before, in former days when summer made a warmer way with words than what this poetry of broken ones and sunken ground suggests.

I’ve been another grand design, and hasn’t it been wonderful to follow what I thought for plans and when I fell too short of them, to stand alone and apprehend the stanzas in a fold of paper crumpled down and down until it’s all just fibers sloughed away and slivers of a gentleman who wrote them at his best.

#London #England

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