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Hace 3 días · Altarwise By Owl-light. Bit out the mandrake with to-morrows scream. And share my bed with Capricorn and Cancer. And, manned by midnight, Jacob to the stars. And hemlock-headed in the wood of weathers. Said the antipodes, and twice spring chimed.
Hace 4 días · We Lying By Seasand. We lying by seasand, watching yellow. And the grave sea, mock who deride. Who follow the red rivers, hollow. Alcove of words out of cicada shade, For in this yellow grave of sand and sea. A calling for colour calls with the wind. That's grave and gay as grave and sea. Sleeping on either hand.
Hace 4 días · Clown In The Moon. My tears are like the quiet drift. Of petals from some magic rose; And all my grief flows from the rift. Of unremembered skies and snows. I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.
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Hace 3 días · And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed. Whoever I would with my wicked eyes, The whole of the moon I could love and leave. All the green leaved little weddings' wives. In the coal black bush and let them grieve. When I was a gusty man and a half. And the black beast of the beetles' pews. (Sighed the old ram rod, dying of bitches), Not a boy and a ...
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20 de may. de 2024 · The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bent by the same wintry fever. The force that drives the water through the rocks Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams Turns mine to wax. And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins How at the mountain spring the ...
