Tribute to a long dead poet for Friend Jason Breed

A glos

 

 

 

 

 

One more unfortunate

 weary of breath.

 Rashly importunate

gone to her death.

 

 

Thomas Hood 1799-1845

 

Glosa

 

One more unfortunate

tired of strife.

 Sad and disconsolate

 flees now from life.

 

Weary of breath

 She can no longer cope.

so chooses death.

Nothing for which to hope.

 

Rashly importunate

 Impulsively

rushes to meet her fate

impatiently.

 

Gone to her death

 in the waters below

she slips beneath

Why? We shall never know.

 

12-Feb-08