The Somnambule's Crime

 

 

 

 

 The Immortal Bard On Nature

 

 

 

 

“A hound close upon an escritoire abandoned beneath a sycamore in the boudoir of winter doth stare at diminuative birds best espied by electric torch.”

 

 

 

      The Immortal Bard On Nature (2)

 

 

 

 

 “The telephone doth clothe its nudity in linten flesh and stylish stars of green bamboo.”

 

 

 

 

      The Immortal Bard On Nature (3)

 

 

 

 

               “A red waistcoat loses its steam in the headlights of a summer’s rose’s as a lark doth cry 

                 near the dark trousers."

 

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