does she give birth, this earth all metal and ore by heat and hammer our labor restore what's broken for hunger and want of land all of this mother the measure of man
does she give birth, this earth all metal and ore by heat and hammer our labor restore what's broken for hunger and want of land all of this mother the measure of man
Isn’t it only the indulgent man who can disdain himself enough to muster the hatred to look for the ugliness inside him—some men even with a grin and gallows humor?
The Prodigal