‘the John-Keats-Disease.' Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR
‘the John-Keats-Disease.'
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I know Mrs. Misery
She lives alone by the side of a fire-river.
The river is far extending.
Through out the night
Sitting on the wharf she longs for a boat.
Neither boat nor boatman come.
Night ended.
Mrs. Misery saw morning-girl come vomiting blood
and making the stratus crimson red.
As she suffering from ‘the John-Keats-disease.'
Saturday, June 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: misery
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