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Constrained by laws, I think that poetryDeserves much free and broad and lucid thoughtUnbound from chains of silly prosodyThat only serves to harden w..
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In a cold, damp corner of my mindWhere receding memories reside,An ephemeral image Of your shyly curved brows That float upon your diaphanous eyes,And..
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"In this time and age,Where sunlight quiversAt the tyranny of
the dayAnd seeks refugeIn the vigil of the night,What is
hopeBut a mural of that lig..
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Or, The Autumn of Life
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I will describe not your eyesAnd the sliver of shyness that dancesBetween the poetry of your brows.I will describe not your faceAnd the million dreams..
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She's bathed by nectar from a bleeding rose,
She's draped by sunshine and morning yellow.
She tastes of honey and smells of musk,
An..
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An experiment with the Ballad meter.
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I. InfrequentiaThe trees had lost
their earthern charm
When winter came
around.
The leaves were sad, so
coldly sad;
And fell upon the
gr..
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II. Fortuna
A speck of sun and fulsome moon
Entangled into one;
A silhouette of thousand stars,
Whose day had just begun;
She spared a ..
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III. DecorI stood in silence, and in aweBeside the becalmed brookShe grew in beauty, quietly soWith every step she took;And gave me back my aching lif..
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