(she said)
on the edge of a cliff and
nowhere to go but forward
(like a bird)
like a bird ready to leave the nest
(unwilling and yet eager)
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- Brat Farrar (
bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar
bratfarrar
poem by me: fly
(she said)
on the edge of a cliff and
nowhere to go but forward
(like a bird)
like a bird ready to leave the nest
(unwilling and yet eager)
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Holy Saturday
- Gerard Manley Hopkins O Death, Death, He is come. O grounds of Hell make room. Who came from further than the stars Now comes as low beneath.…
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poem: That Still Centre
- Dorothy Sayers, as found in the novel Gaudy Night Here, then, at home, by no more storms distrest, Folding laborious hands we sit, wings furled;…
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poem: Sonnet 76
- William Shakespeare Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I not glance aside To…
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