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Were flames to weep and extinguish themselves, And flowers yielded berries boundlessly, All symphonies enchanted soundlessly, And subtle men..

Rondeau

What a ruinous thing is Sleep That he should judge me unbecoming For his soporific glance And bereave me thus; He stands himself b..

O, envy of a blooming rose, who hath The bitterness of Aphrodite’s eye, Thou art as ample in thine arcs as are The apples of some yonder tree..

As oft the sun doth chase the moon around, So too, interred then leavened, is this tongue: Awakened as a noble king discrowned, The songs..

A wealth of vitriol this drink, This liqueur, sweet as sorrow’s breath, Imbibed through memory’s strongest link, That serves ..

Amongst the perfect stars and space betwixt,There sits a garden strewn with life serene,And ‘gainst the blossoms stands a wall transfixtAs if &l..

Without a dream, where life’s mundane routines Enshroud the eyes with plain and dulling sight, I live within, immersed in mystic scenes That ..

So much potency there is within a poet’s muse.Much like a serpent’s bite it seizes viciously,Only to rot him slowly through.Every bite end..

Crowescent verse... it's been so long...