“The fig which falleth far from Newton’s Heaven
Conceiting height and depth and breadth and time
Matches not the blood and pitiless Mozley eye
Nor electric Corkesse Hay spark reply
Nor hath Lenarduzzi’s cheesy plate given fig
Nor her able mate cool purpose had of scarves
Yet was moody Cold War detente hard served?”
Paul Voermans via Apple Podcasts ·
Australia ·
02/27/18