Trumbull Stickney










The Passions that we Fought with and Subdued

The passions that we fought with and subdued 

Never quite die. In some maimed serpent’s coil 

They lurk, ready to spring and vindicate 

That power was once our torture and our lord.

D. H. Lawrence

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