I am the poet of the Body;
And I am the poet of the Soul.
The pleasures of heaven are with me, and the pains of hell are with
me;
The first I graft and increase upon myself--the lat Whitman, Walt
Jabberwocky: A Pop-Up Rhyme from Through the Looking Glass
Published: 01 October, 1991
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Author: Nick Bantock
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with gri Shakespeare, William