Feb 04, 2011 19:45
PROUD word you never spoke, but you will speak
Four not exempt from pride some future day.
Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek,
Over my open volume you will say,
'This man loved me'-then rise and trip away.
(W. S. Landor)
I simultaneously want to sooth the author and maybe smack him around a little -- an interesting mix.
poetry