Like a tiny speck of dust, Found not beneath the naked eye, As though never being, Their leafs be the…
Sing again
Dawn as simple yea moist muses seep, Who can resist a sad cure by the dawn? If they would sing,…
On Bees
I give leave, if not wishes in green, Now are they spoilt, the brown flickers, As bruised a leaf on…
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Within a mountain blue poured below, A trickle of snow rolls from hence, Breaths of ice form at base yea…
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Fly aghast, succumb to joy; Nor fetter those waxen feathers, Nor below look at fires spit in yore, Nor chisel…
Little birds
Everyday, every hour, through sun and rain, But a duck would sit on eggs so few and small, She can…
Muse of Dodona
I am the Muse who sings not of no other, I am the difference between light and night: The art…
Running from the Sun
Whilst running from the Sun, The fields a silhouette cloak, The trees felled from the step, Ere the nightingales weep…
Out There
Yond. The heart that meets the bay, Long had they walked in spite of fear, In bliss they sang and…
Light’s Escape
But light escaping Nor is she cheating; Footsteps long before Ere looked, ere looked for The shores so distant Now…
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