Poetry to Any Human Thing, More or Less
|3 5 12|
How thick the fog to lose myself may get
Droopingly with bent shoulders and hopeless hang of head and a hoarse feeling I began to dress, and get into mental processes, dreamy and young at heart. There would be no more aching nights of lagging, weird cries for a change. Buying the pistol like a man abroad in a strange place could be well. And very simple incantations, a shining gift, like panting and simple good things first. I did not smile at the thought of a broken pudding for work-out. I was clenching it somehow (for gladness of might), deeply hoarsely, in the middle of speaking.
To the Broken Back
Draw deep breaths and smile at the knowledge,
Have a new, comfortable thing if you can.
If rested by normal sleep
Your Onerous Dreams
Confronting your onerous dreams
USER'S GUIDE to abbreviations, the site's bibliography, letter codes, dictionaries, site design and navigation, tips for searching the site and page referrals. [LINK]|
© 20102011, Tormod Kinnes, MPhil [E-MAIL] Disclaimer: LINK]