Category Archives: Poetry

Aubade Comments Off

It's all the same to the sun what it rises on —
On the windows in houses in Georgian squares;
On bees swarming to blitz suburban gardens;

Is/Not Comments Off

Love is not a profession
genteel or otherwise

The Nonconformist Comments Off

Taxed to explain what this resentment is
He feels for small proprieties, it comes,
He likes to think, from old enormities

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