• Flesch-Kincaid Level: 1
Poetry

The Black Heralds

There are blows in life, so hard . . . I just don’t know! Blows as from God’s hatred; as if, before them, the backwash of everything suffered welled-up in the soul . . . I just don’t know! They are few, but they are . . . They open dark furrows 5 in the fiercest face and in the str...
  • Flesch-Kincaid Level: 1