Morning : Henry Reed : : Morning Poems : :

Reed, Henry. “Morning.” Listener 32, no. 811 (27 July 1944): 96. MORNING Look, my love, on the wall, and here, at this Eastern picture.How still its scene, and neither of sleep nor waking:No shadow falls from the tree or the golden mountain,The boats on the glassy lake have no reflection,No echo would come if youContinue reading “Morning : Henry Reed : : Morning Poems : :”

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