Little did I know that Keats was born on Halloween.
The little used bookstore on Capitol Hill with the cranky owner sold me a marvelous little leather bound collection of his complete poetry, just the right size for a jacket pocket.
Little did I know that Keats was born on Halloween.
The little used bookstore on Capitol Hill with the cranky owner sold me a marvelous little leather bound collection of his complete poetry, just the right size for a jacket pocket.
