Scattered Showers in a Clear Sky
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The wonderful English poet John Keats died when he was only 26, of tuberculosis. I think this poem of his reflects his sadness : “In drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne’er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them; Nor frozen thawings glue them FromContinue reading “Thy branches ne’er remember”
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Scattered Showers in a Clear Sky 