the dark river runs
between a dog and a wolf
full moon
For breakfast I eat up my vowels, my a e i o u, to which I add from consonants a fricative or two;
After that I move my bowels then write as poets do, and frequently am quite surprised to feel a trill come through.
After that I move my bowels then write as poets do, and frequently am quite surprised to feel a trill come through.
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Showing posts with label Moon. Show all posts
Thursday, 19 January 2012
Thursday, 7 April 2011
holy holy holy
holy holy holy
See now the top rung lights of the world,
both called holy:
here top the Ladder of the Moon,
Holy Roman Emperor;
Two lights with brides
in triumphal train,
a juggler and a madman
or, perchance, a holy fool and true:
the other two outshone.
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