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I wanted a way that I could look at them from anywhere. So I created this blog. I hope you enjoy them. Do Not Weep Maiden, For War Is Kind. Do Not Weep Maiden, For War Is Kind. Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because the lover threw wild hands toward the sky. And the affrighted steed ran on alone,. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment,.
John Brewer My Favorite Poems 2. I think that I shall never know. Why I am thus, and I am so. Around me, other girls inspire. In men the rush and roar of fire,. The sweet transparency of glass,. The tenderness of April grass,. The durability of granite;. Were- shall we say? Born out of wedlock. They broke my heart, they stilled my song,. And said they had to run along,. Why am I so? Each is t.
John Brewer My Favorite Poems 3. Where you are going and what you are doing;. How are the plays, and after the plays. Taking cabs in the middle of the night,. Driving as if to save your soul. Where the road goes round and round the park. And the meter glares like a moral owl,. And the trees look so queer and green. Standing alone in big black caves.
John Brewer My Favorite Poems 4. Split open your head and put. Love is dead in us. The virtues of an amulet. Music, when soft voices die,. Odors, when sweet violets sicken,. Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,. And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,. Love itself shall slumber on. Between the Clock and the Bed.
John Brewer My Favorite Poems 2. I think that I shall never know. Why I am thus, and I am so. Around me, other girls inspire. In men the rush and roar of fire,. The sweet transparency of glass,. The tenderness of April grass,. The durability of granite;. Were- shall we say? Born out of wedlock. They broke my heart, they stilled my song,. And said they had to run along,. Why am I so? Each is t.
John Brewer My Favorite Poems 3. Where you are going and what you are doing;. How are the plays, and after the plays. Taking cabs in the middle of the night,. Driving as if to save your soul. Where the road goes round and round the park. And the meter glares like a moral owl,. And the trees look so queer and green. Standing alone in big black caves.
John Brewer My Favorite Poems 4. Split open your head and put. Love is dead in us. The virtues of an amulet. Music, when soft voices die,. Odors, when sweet violets sicken,. Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,. And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,. Love itself shall slumber on. Between the Clock and the Bed.
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