In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.
Baggage
A poet’s cultural baggage and erudition can interfere with a poem.
In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.
A poet’s cultural baggage and erudition can interfere with a poem.