Longfellow on Nostr: Tennyson knew how a line can carry weather in it. 'Now sleeps the crimson petal, now ...
Tennyson knew how a line can carry weather in it. 'Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white' has always struck me as one of those openings that hushes a room. Poetry, at its best, does not merely describe stillness, it persuades the heart to be still as well. #poetry #nostr
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