Hans Rustad And the steadily flowing Rhone and the lake, All that vast yesterday over which today I bend? They will be as lost as Carthage, Scourged by the Romans with fire and salt. At dawn I seem to hear the turbulent Murmur of crowds milling and fading away; They are all I have been loved by, […]
Logg inn for å lese videre (abonnenter).
Støtt uavhengige nyheter!
Bli abonnentPluss-artikler blir åpnet 24 timer etter publisering. Artikler som er eldre enn to år er forbeholdt abonnenter.
