Thursday, January 1, 2004
The Unheeded Pageant Comments
Rating: ★2.9
Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and covered
your sweet limbs with that little red tunic?
You have come out in the morning to play in the courtyard,
tottering and tumbling as you run.
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7/27/2025 8:11:53 AM # 1.0.0
'He who plays his music to the stars is standing at your window with his flute.' - One of many lines I really enjoy. The poem really is very lovely, with imagery that was vivid and soft, and sweet, for me. Xx NDS