W.H. Auden holds his own against the Rio de Janeiro shoreline, where the wind blows hard and nobody minds.
Today, I have a very quick poem to share. It is from
There are a few ways to tell that you’ve “made it” as
W.H. Auden holds his own against the Rio de Janeiro shoreline, where the wind blows hard and nobody minds.W.H. Auden holds his own against the Rio de Janeiro shoreline, where the wind blows hard and nobody minds.