A Few Figs from Thistles: Poems and Sonnets

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Frank Shay, 1922 - 39 psl.
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I wasn't all that much of a fan honestly, and had to push myself through the second half of this one which surprised me. But I've been on a massive kick of reading poetry pieces since Sara's books last week. Maybe something more next week. Skaityti visą apžvalgą

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This small book features some of Millay's early poetry. As with most collections, the poetry appeal varies from poem to poem. This collection, originally published in 1920, was expanded when ... Skaityti visą apžvalgą

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