And I breathe large at home. I drop my cloak,Unclasp my girdle, loose the band that tiesMy hair...now could I but unloose my soul!We are sepulchred alive in this close world,And want more room.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
And I breathe large at home. I drop my cloak,Unclasp my girdle, loose the band that tiesMy hair...no...
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