XXXI. Sonnets for Dancer
Follow me not, for nor can you find these flowers of an unborn Spring; for dancers append…
Follow me not, for nor can you find these flowers of an unborn Spring; for dancers append…
Hour upon hours will I wait for the day that my minutes are due, my second delay…
Remaining uxoric, I wince at the phase of the passing moods, the lingering praise for deeds only…