Exuberance What sort of plumage is my exuberant words,words whose foliage no Autumns could scourge,whose leaves still flutter in speech and versewith eloquence? With what sort of rhythm the word bells resonates, a word that chimes with vespers and faith, … Continue reading Poetry Drawer: Exuberance: Black Dice: Charlotte Mew, a Nemophilist: Sacred by Dr. Susie Gharib