Tag: George Meredith
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Dirge in the Woods
Continuing the recent poetry posting. Dirge in the Woods George Meredith A wind sways the pines, And below Not a breath of wild air; Still as the mosses that glow On the flooring and over the lines Of the roots here and there. The pine-tree drops its dead; They are quiet, as under the sea.…
Dan Yingst 