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Dailies 3/4/18

Stephen Kampa  – When I Don’t Know What to Call This

****Flowers I can’t name
bloom in a pink profusion
****namelessly complete—

Read rest of poem  142 more words

A Ballad of Dreamland

A Ballad of Dreamland
Algernon Charles Swinburne

I hid my heart in a nest of roses,
   Out of the sun’s way, hidden apart;
In a softer bed than the soft white snow’s is, 224 more words


Algernon Charles Swinburne

I am tired of tears and laughter,
And men that laugh and weep;
Of what may come hereafter
For men that sow to reap:
I am weary of days and hours, 25 more words


Feel the ’Burne

The Poets at Tea […]

3.—(Swinburne, who let it get cold)

As the sin that was sweet in the sinning
Is foul in the ending thereof, 100 more words


To a Cat

Stately, kindly, lordly friend,
Here to sit by me, and turn
Glorious eyes that smile and burn,
Golden eyes, love’s lustrous meed,
On the golden page I read. 386 more words



Ave Faustina Imperatrix, morituri te salutant.

Lean back, and get some minutes’ peace;
Let your head lean
Back to the shoulder with its fleece
Of locks, Faustine. 889 more words