Tag: ekphrastic poetry
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Platt by James Penha
All night long they heard in the houses beside the shore, Heard, or seemed to hear, through the multitudinous roar, Out of the hell of the rapids as ’twere a lost soul’s cries,– Heard and could not believe; and the morning mocked their eyes, Showing, where wildest and fiercest the waters leaped up and ran…