Tag: the hanged man
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Death and the Poet.
He was seen walking only with Her, and unafraid of her scythe. – The sun now on tower after tower, hammers on anvils – anvil on anvil, of the forges. Federico was speaking flattering Death. She listened. ‘Yesterday in my verse, friend, the clap of your dry palms sounded, you gave ice to my song, […]