If blank verse well-travelled, then the puritans’ words would be holding us today instead of the modernists’ cry, the bards would be vacant and the…
Follow me not, for nor can you find these flowers of an unborn Spring; for dancers append to the Earthly hue the lights of lingering,…
Out you go, one way sown as pieceful flow threw out grown castings materially, literally or seriously, fake or venerally poisson peerlessly. My love you…
Since documentation furthers, doth you decree, then this thought feathers truly only you, exiting me. Cents not discarded, and lenses not unbare, will add that…
Daring, deep do you make the grade: neither a letter complete nor so inclined as to chase these clouds now, nor how they fade into…