I admit the briar
Entangled in my hair
Did not injure me;
My blenching and trembling,
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a nicely written confession...would love to have read a few more stanza's of this intriguing poem :)
How he speaks with such honesty and yet such grace. His confessions and admittances are always to universal and timeless. How we betray ourselves for want of attention.
How he speaks with such honesty and yet such grace. His confessions and admittances are always to universal and timeless. How we betray ourselves for want of attention.
How he speaks with such honesty and yet such grace. His confessions and admittances are always to universal and timeless. How we betray ourselves for want of attention.
how true. the thirst for attention does lead to the unintentional desertion of rational doings. how clever and emotionally complex this man was. how i yearn to write as he does
What they can do but shun me If empty night replies?