by revd | Sep 6, 2024 | Humankind
So I go out: my little sweet is done: I have drawn heat from this contagious sun: To not ungentle death now forth I run…. Now I am minded to take pipe in hand And yield a song to the decaying year… So late the hoar green chestnut breaks a bud, And...
by revd | Feb 7, 2023 | Grace of God
I will not kiss you, country fashion, By hedgesides where Weasel and hare Claim kinship with our passion…. This bare clay-pit is truest setting For love like ours: No bed of flowers But sand-ledge for our petting. The Spring is not our mating...
