I’ve got an arrow here;
Loving the hand that sent it,
I the dart revere.
Fell, they will say, in ’skirmish’!
Vanquished, my soul will know,
By but a simple arrow
Sped by an archer’s bow.
Tags: soul
October 15, 2008 in Love, Poems | No comments
I’ve got an arrow here;
Loving the hand that sent it,
I the dart revere.
Fell, they will say, in ’skirmish’!
Vanquished, my soul will know,
By but a simple arrow
Sped by an archer’s bow.
Tags: soul
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Poets — ended –
Silver — perished — with her Tongue –
Not on Record — bubbled other,
Flute — or Woman –
So divine –
Not unto its Summer — Morning
Robin — uttered Half the Tune –
Gushed too free for the Adoring –
From the Anglo-Florentine –
Late — the Praise –
‘Tis dull — conferring
On the Head too High to Crown –
Diadem — or Ducal Showing –
Be its Grave — sufficient sign –
Nought — that We — No Poet’s Kinsman –
Suffocate — with easy woe –
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Put Her down — in Italy?
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