Sunday #Poetry: Vile Spring

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “Vile Spring” Pierre-Jean de Béranger translated by Wilfrid Thorley I SAW her at her window set, Myself at mine all winter through; And well we loved who’d never met, Our kisses crossed the avenue. Between the lindens bare of green The sight of her made allContinue reading “Sunday #Poetry: Vile Spring”