10-06-2014, 06:47 AM
Here! Here!
I listen to money singing. It’s like looking down
From long french windows at a provincial town,
The slums, the canal, the churches ornate and mad
In the evening sun. It is intensely sad.
Larkin.
let's see Pound or Eliot try and write that!
I listen to money singing. It’s like looking down
From long french windows at a provincial town,
The slums, the canal, the churches ornate and mad
In the evening sun. It is intensely sad.
Larkin.
let's see Pound or Eliot try and write that!