Poetry into Prose
I Hid My Love (John Clare)
I Hid My Love by John Clare I hid my love when young till I Couldn’t bear the buzzing of a fly; I hid my love to my despite Till I could not bear to […]
diary entry
Poetry into Prose
PiP: London (William Blake)
London By William Blake I wander thro’ each charter’d street, Near where the charter’d Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every […]