Of its own accord my song would come in the right rhythms, and what I was trying to say was poetry.


Tristia bk. 4, no. 10, l. 25


Of its own accord my song would come in the right rhythms, and what I was trying to say was poetry.

Of its own accord my song would come in the right rhythms, and what I was trying to say was poetry.

Of its own accord my song would come in the right rhythms, and what I was trying to say was poetry.

Of its own accord my song would come in the right rhythms, and what I was trying to say was poetry.