The Last Word Poem. All are free to enter, at will. Geese are swans, and swans are geese.
The Last Word Poem By Peter Davison Homey Gears
You’ll find no lock, no key. Let them have it how. I am a door of metaphor. Geese are swans, and swans are geese. All are free to enter, at will. Let the long contention cease! Web the last word poem by matthew arnold creep into thy narrow bed, creep, and let no more be said! Web thou thyself must break at last.
I am a door of metaphor. Geese are swans, and swans are geese. You’ll find no lock, no key. All are free to enter, at will. Web thou thyself must break at last. Let them have it how. I am a door of metaphor. Let the long contention cease! Web the last word poem by matthew arnold creep into thy narrow bed, creep, and let no more be said!
