Nathan, aka Nateive Son, will probably make a point with me, come to think on't, cuz--
(sonnet #MMMMMMDCCCLXVII)
Yes, Shakespeare whileas fiddles seem t'avail
This warming chance to simply breathe; a sense
Not warranted of carefree joy's pretense
Half waltzes like these soft blue skies' detail
Mulls spring ere time, as if the thrilling scale
Of higher temps could waken for intents
The daffodils yet buried 'neath snow's dense
But melting whiter coverlid gone stale.
Piano too, for strings, ere that sweet tour
Of cherished lines is quite sufficient through
Long use is't? How Will inks his love 'til we're
'Non prey to black ink's breath just as he knew
We aught to be and swore was so, though's poor.
These frore hours we trudge through know what 'gain too?
08Jan18a
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
Nathan, aka Nateive Son, will probably make a point with me, come to think on't, cuz--
(sonnet #MMMMMMDCCCLXVII)
Yes, Shakespeare whileas fiddles seem t'avail
This warming chance to simply breathe; a sense
Not warranted of carefree joy's pretense
Half waltzes like these soft blue skies' detail
Mulls spring ere time, as if the thrilling scale
Of higher temps could waken for intents
The daffodils yet buried 'neath snow's dense
But melting whiter coverlid gone stale.
Piano too, for strings, ere that sweet tour
Of cherished lines is quite sufficient through
Long use is't? How Will inks his love 'til we're
'Non prey to black ink's breath just as he knew
We aught to be and swore was so, though's poor.
These frore hours we trudge through know what 'gain too?
08Jan18a
See his post [https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2306337/you-cant-find-me-you-know-me/]
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