Written on the occasion of the massacre at Manchester I As I lay asleep in Italy There came a voice from over…

[excerpt] XXXVI Our Adonais has drunk poison – oh! What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life’s early cup with such a…

The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its…

Ferrara That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now:…