Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)

Venetian Interior

Allegra, rising from her canopied dreams, 
Slides both white feet across the slanted beams 
Which lace the peacock jalousies: behold 
An idol of fine clay, with feet of gold

1. The Falcon
2. Bronze Trumpets and Sea Water - On Turning Latin into English
3. Address to My Soul
4. The Lost Path
5. Escape

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