Dionysus Torn to Pieces: or, Being the Allergic Pagan

As I am sitting here struggling to breathe because of my allergies which have turned into a cold, and I thought of a poem by Robert Graves, one of my favorites: Poised in air between earth and paradise Paradise and earth, confess which pull Do you feel stronger? Is it of homesickness Or of passion? [Read More...]


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