
9/29/2012 c1 Guest
You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave:
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
Do scald like moulten lead.
Pray, do not mock me:
I am a very foolish fond old man,
to deal plainly,
I fear I am not in my perfect mind.
You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave:
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
Do scald like moulten lead.
Pray, do not mock me:
I am a very foolish fond old man,
to deal plainly,
I fear I am not in my perfect mind.
9/16/2012 c1 Amity Goldwell
Might I be worthy to pay respect?. Amazing job, it is to communicate emotions like this the English language was created. I find myself thinkng in rhyme because I also dabble in music and rarely has freeverse impressed me so much as your body of work. "Abduction" also speaks of complete unbridled passion which leaps off the words...I sincerely hope you will pursue a career in literature...you have the gift...!
Might I be worthy to pay respect?. Amazing job, it is to communicate emotions like this the English language was created. I find myself thinkng in rhyme because I also dabble in music and rarely has freeverse impressed me so much as your body of work. "Abduction" also speaks of complete unbridled passion which leaps off the words...I sincerely hope you will pursue a career in literature...you have the gift...!