PosestinamoA Poem by Hoyle Brannacht
I once loved a girl named Sestina. She told me, “I love Arnaut Daniel, not you.” Then, in the following order: “You I not love Daniel, Arnaut.” “Arnaut you Daniel, I love not.” “Not Arnaut love you I Daniel.” “Daniel, not I Arnaut you love.” “Love Daniel, you not I Arnaut.” I realized she was mad. And I loved her more. © 2008 Hoyle Brannacht |
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