December 2009
16 posts
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Silver the shores of isles I’ve known ...
Gouge Away
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Alone
The noon’s greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.
The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name— her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.
-James Joyce
Listen
you can do no wrong,
in my eyes, in my eyes
