day yield say it lief & leave it less so aggriev’d for that well agree now set me a good beaver and fetch an old sabaton well yonder a beach never so gaunt led ‘tho an hunger may marry and carry you off lorn before langour embrace a couter & say aContinue reading “An ‘Oar Frost”
Daily Archives: March 21, 2013
A Longleav’d
more a sleave roll’d so as on a sill-stone & still askew o’er not to nor that a wild rose nor thereby at chill shoal add more than wind lay down
An Ell Fret
this as a bracket as a moss-arch a bridge perhap a pourer a vin’d over ridge an indecision atop a separate sum an alway fore none a cord a stress to wrest on alphawellen one
Running
Originally posted on biljanazovkic:
Running into the wild ! Into immortal dimensions of love … Into the whiteness of the splashing island that once gave me all!!!
As Queansay
Care for a word stirs an earthquaken a quagmire full o’ golliwoggs awriggle a quark & a quart more a quintain O quittance poor fool But a quintant sir yore acquaint’d shore that bye adieu tell