Tag Archives: POETRY
What’s The Lover To Do
WHAT’S THE LOVER TO DO What’s the lover to do but humiliate himself and wander your rooms? If he kisses your hair, don’t wonder why. Sometimes in the madhouse they gnaw on their chairs.” … Continue reading
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It Is So Long Since My Heart Has Been With Yours – E.E. Cummings
IT IS SO LONG SINCE MY HEART HAS BEEN WITH YOURS -E.E. CUMMINGS it is so long since my heart has been with yours shut by our mingling arms through a darkness where new lights … Continue reading
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Endless Desire On A Saturday Morning
HE BIDS HIS BELOVED BE AT PEACE I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake, Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white; The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night, The East her hidden … Continue reading
Your Sweet Thoughts
SONNET 71 No longer mourn for me when I am dead Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: … Continue reading
To Strive, To Seek, To Find, And Not To Yield
ULYSSES It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and … Continue reading
WHAT’S THE LOVER TO DO What’s the lover to do but humiliate himself and wander your rooms? If he kisses your hair, don’t wonder why. Sometimes in the madhouse they gnaw on their chairs.” … Continue reading
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Tagged ALLI WOODS FREDERICK PHOTOGRAPHY, ART, LOVE, PHOTOGRAPHY, POETRY, SATURDAY VERSES
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It Is So Long Since My Heart Has Been With Yours – E.E. Cummings
IT IS SO LONG SINCE MY HEART HAS BEEN WITH YOURS -E.E. CUMMINGS it is so long since my heart has been with yours shut by our mingling arms through a darkness where new lights … Continue reading
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Tagged ALLI WOODS FREDERICK PHOTOGRAPHY, PHOTOGRAPHY, POETRY, SATURDAY VERSES
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Endless Desire On A Saturday Morning
HE BIDS HIS BELOVED BE AT PEACE I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake, Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white; The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night, The East her hidden … Continue reading
Your Sweet Thoughts
SONNET 71 No longer mourn for me when I am dead Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: … Continue reading
To Strive, To Seek, To Find, And Not To Yield
ULYSSES It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and … Continue reading
IT IS SO LONG SINCE MY HEART HAS BEEN WITH YOURS -E.E. CUMMINGS it is so long since my heart has been with yours shut by our mingling arms through a darkness where new lights … Continue reading
Posted in CULTURE, PHOTOGRAPHY
Tagged ALLI WOODS FREDERICK PHOTOGRAPHY, PHOTOGRAPHY, POETRY, SATURDAY VERSES
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Endless Desire On A Saturday Morning
HE BIDS HIS BELOVED BE AT PEACE I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake, Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white; The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night, The East her hidden … Continue reading
Your Sweet Thoughts
SONNET 71 No longer mourn for me when I am dead Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: … Continue reading
To Strive, To Seek, To Find, And Not To Yield
ULYSSES It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and … Continue reading
HE BIDS HIS BELOVED BE AT PEACE I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake, Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white; The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night, The East her hidden … Continue reading
Your Sweet Thoughts
SONNET 71 No longer mourn for me when I am dead Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: … Continue reading
To Strive, To Seek, To Find, And Not To Yield
ULYSSES It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and … Continue reading
SONNET 71 No longer mourn for me when I am dead Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: … Continue reading
To Strive, To Seek, To Find, And Not To Yield
ULYSSES It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and … Continue reading
ULYSSES It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and … Continue reading
