‘Frostfall Bridge’, a poem by Isabel Tyldesley
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A poem, by Isabel Tyldesley.
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This poem was inspired by that of ‘Skull’ by Vincent Van Gogh, painted May 1887.
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Posted on July 22, 2019
by Isabel Tyldesley
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A poem.
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Posted on July 15, 2019
by Isabel Tyldesley
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A poem.
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A poem.
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Posted on October 4, 2018
by Isabel Tyldesley
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Posted on August 10, 2018
by Isabel Tyldesley
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A poem.
Posted on August 3, 2018
by Isabel Tyldesley
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A poem.
Posted on July 27, 2018
by Isabel Tyldesley
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