The World of B.Z. Niditch
Saturday, February 15, 2014
BLAKE
A Blakean angel
dreamed with me
on a romantic underground
by lovers of freedom
on the tall grass
and with an anarchist kiss
disappeared
washing sartorial heavens
to ask the skywriters
for a time capsule
of universality.
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