And so it goes...

.......This is a blog where my other self exists in any number of the dimensions of Time and Space........... .

Monday, 22 March 2010

more Imagist Poetry

I am weary with love, and thy lips
Are night-born poppies.
give me therefore thy lips
that I may know sleep.

I am weary with longing,
I am faint with love ;
For upon my head has the moonlight 
As a sword.
Skipwith Cannell

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