Goodbye Morning Floss
floss of morn
cross of corn
where thou beginst
ancient letters fall
in falling leaves of coming Fall
where repatting of old pending bets
made better beds in proper days
I know thee yet I don't
I know thy shape filled clouds
I know thy birding whistlers
I know the deep delicacy
of thy shining sun
but I don't know thee
I've never known thee
I've forgotten thee
goodbye morning floss
cross of corn
where thou beginst
ancient letters fall
in falling leaves of coming Fall
where repatting of old pending bets
made better beds in proper days
I know thee yet I don't
I know thy shape filled clouds
I know thy birding whistlers
I know the deep delicacy
of thy shining sun
but I don't know thee
I've never known thee
I've forgotten thee
goodbye morning floss
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Godvader: | Maandag, oktober 03, 2011 18:39 |
| lekker shakespearerig geschreven! Vind ik wel eens lekker voor de afwisseling... gr. Y |
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| Lion10cc: | Maandag, oktober 03, 2011 18:32 |
| your knowledge of the english language is impressive B polite greetings |
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| Janny Scheybeler de Jonge: | Maandag, oktober 03, 2011 14:26 |
| oke | |
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| Auteur: Nummer 127 | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Erwin | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 oktober 2011 | ||
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