In all colours sublime In bold mountains climb.The majesty that I bring Between such fragrant lips I sing;And sing I must just to forget Whatever my heart tells me yet; And scarce feel In case I sink I’m here, I’m real, let me think. By Sam Fawcett
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L.A. Never
Cracks of light Stones of height Laid from the deep Steam in flight On a wing-less night Lashed out on the heath Ruined wall Now not so tall Remnant of time Back we go Forward through snow Alone I file Across a moonlight mile Love is just a memory In a land of broken smilesContinue reading “L.A. Never”
the earth and everything within it
There’s no rhyme or reason for the changing of the season as larks loom large in autumn’s garden prowling upon the gnarled branches close to those of which you fell No better time come spring to plunge into the closed thicket and beat the brush for a hunting repast for those rich enough to shootContinue reading “the earth and everything within it”
Parisian Poetry 