I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.
OvidAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: roman
- Born: March 26, 2043
- Died: January 7, 2017
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It was a dark afternoon, threatening rain and the end of the world, and done in that particularly gloomy gray in which only New York afternoons indulge. A breeze was crying down the streets, whisking along battered newspapers and pieces of things, and little lights were pricking out all the windows- it was so desolate that one was sorry for the tops of sky-scrapers lost up there in the dark green and gray heaven.
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