Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm words that have lain dormant now lift now toss their crests and fall and rise and falls again. I am a poet yes. Surely I am a great poet.
Virginia Woolf
Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm words that have lain dormant now lift now toss their crests and fall and rise and falls again. I am a poet yes. Surely I am a great poet.
Virginia Woolf