A Woman's Last Word Poem by Robert Browning Poem Hunter
The Last Word Poem. I am a door of metaphor. Geese are swans, and swans are geese.
A Woman's Last Word Poem by Robert Browning Poem Hunter
All are free to enter, at will. Web the last word poem by matthew arnold creep into thy narrow bed, creep, and let no more be said! I am a door of metaphor. Let them have it how. Geese are swans, and swans are geese. You’ll find no lock, no key. Web thou thyself must break at last. Let the long contention cease!
Web thou thyself must break at last. You’ll find no lock, no key. Let them have it how. Let the long contention cease! I am a door of metaphor. Web thou thyself must break at last. All are free to enter, at will. Geese are swans, and swans are geese. Web the last word poem by matthew arnold creep into thy narrow bed, creep, and let no more be said!
