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My inkwell brims with verse unfit, My speech tongue-tied; my page unwrit, Yet though I be misunderstood, Prefer I this to words of wood.
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 11:56 PM UTC
Writer’s Block
My inkwell brims with verse unfit, My speech tongue-tied; my page unwrit, Yet though I be misunderstood, Prefer I this to words of wood.
‘Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite: “Fool!” said my muse to me, “look in thy heart, and write.”’ - Sir Philip Sidney, Astrophil and Stella
#archaic#ditty
annh
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annh
F/Christchurch, New Zealand
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 11:56 PM UTC
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