All day long these two poems have been duking it out in my head. Each has three verses, but they could not possibly be more different. First, the downer.

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AUTUMN

There is wind where the rose was ( Read more... )

Five thousand years have fled, let us suppose ( Read more... )

These are the days when Birds come back ( Read more... )

I didn’t have an offering ready for the Baggins Boys’ birthday (though I did get it together for Talk-like-a-Pirate Day; see my post of September 19). Nor did I have anything original to give you all for my birthday, the 23rd. So here’s a poem (not mine) that I put up on the Harem thread awhile back. I’d thought this was a Tolkien-y poem when I ( Read more... )

...and I couldn't let it get away without a favorite poem, about my favorite April flower. I'll be back tomorrow with a bonnetful of B's that Peachy gave me in the alphabet meme ( Read more... )