My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk. 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in ...
Usman Hameedi, chair of Mass Poetry, captures Jackson Heights in a poem that evokes the sensory delights of a favorite place.
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