Erinaghdra

Among the symbols of my youth: The wood, the steel, the stone, I lay to hear the reasonance Of my empty second home. When at rest and meditation, This place ...

Least Among my vile things, And the pain my demons bring, The softest sour note I sing, Is my conviction in myself. My Pride in my own moral health, Assurance ...

When little, coddled men of meansPut their pens to work,Their product dies a hackyned death,For egotism lurks.The crucible of canticles;Of meter, plot and proseBurn away distinctions That petty men ca

1.Throes of passion threw me not,A sin I did not suit.For I knew that love and lustBore only bitter all of my piety I killed more love than made,And on ...