Alexander Poooooooooooope! God, yes. Snarky little bastard.
Give me the eroticism of John Donne, the self-containment of George Herbert, the snarkiness of Alexander Pope, the sex appeal of Lord Byron and I'd be a happy woman. Still, throw in Eliot, Pound, HD, middle-period Yeats and add a dash of Theodore Roethke, Allen Curnow and a tiny touch of Thom Gunn and I'll die a happy, sated woman.
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Give me the eroticism of John Donne, the self-containment of George Herbert, the snarkiness of Alexander Pope, the sex appeal of Lord Byron and I'd be a happy woman. Still, throw in Eliot, Pound, HD, middle-period Yeats and add a dash of Theodore Roethke, Allen Curnow and a tiny touch of Thom Gunn and I'll die a happy, sated woman.
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