Sunday, May 13, 2001

The Laboratory Comments

Rating: 2.9

Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly,
May gaze thro' these faint smokes curling whitely,
As thou pliest thy trade in this devil's-smithy---
Which is the poison to poison her, prithee?
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Robert Browning
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Shenice Binding 30 March 2012

this poam is touching and the rhythm is lovely too

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Charley P 06 February 2009

I love it. So full of delightful malice, and the rhythm is brilliant too.

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