Curious, Oh, curious my perplextion compear,
An Object designed to diminish,
Heretofore To this fancy I should'st a doubt...
'Hark, Oh, hark', Pleads the humble crow,
In His Mighty tide,
For His cower, perching higher.
Gliding in such mendacity, fair,
A sorrowful glide,
From here unto there...
Never a show,
Never aglow,
In that His impressions provide,
No more, No less than a sullen glare...
Yet, naturally I ponder, inquire, empere,
To 'What does this Corvus convey?', Hark I,
'What is Its unfeigned edification?'
'What hadst Him led Him astray?
'If so He hadst an abode, with as dispeir as thy,
'To what had appeased His confire, Their dismay?'
Not a single symptom of Animosity,
Not another Compare of Patrinomy.
As to Abide entirely, observing.
Through its clouded glasse,
Awhile aspace, interritum, and quaint,
Unwearied, unfelt, unstaid...
Hark, Oh, hark, thou humble crow no more,
A desolation to Its devisty for,
When presently fathomed Its cognoscence, knownness,
To conspire to such nor conjurings,
To this I tell thou no more, no less; 'Mortis Bene Menitas.'
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My Darkest Recollections: a Collection of Poems
PoesiaA collection of poems of mine, the first poem has the same name as the title, as at first there was only the first but I have decided that I might as well keep the title the same and call the collection of poems/short pieces of literature I create '...
