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Sonnet XVII, come love letter

I do not love you as if you were the salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. 94 more words

Paresse matinale

Gravure de Pierre Bruegel L’Ancien

Un troll se demandait s’il irait en maraude
Au travers des vergers que baignait le soleil ;
Le monde lui semblait alangui de sommeil, 105 more words

Sonnet

What I Want

I always know what I want. Well – don’t I?
I want what is the very best for me.
But do I have the wisdom verily… 96 more words

My Poetry

8-29-14 When the Wheels Fall Off Your Cart

It seems right now that things cannot be worse;

The world has turned against you once again.

You wonder if you’ve fallen in a curse, 124 more words

Poetry

Sonnet for the Late Bloomers

The lilies’ trumpets, long since fallen silent,
Their substance blended with the soil below,
Both daffodils and crocus are dim pictures,
As are all the early blooms we sowed. 75 more words

Feuilles volantes

Cliquette, clavier, pour des pensées molles :
Elles peuvent prendre un sens épineux.
L’été, sur sa fin, devient lumineux ;
La chauve-souris dans les grands bois vole. 75 more words

Sonnet