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Unfinished (Lyric) by Blake If only I might view passion rejoined
Or merest sign, to lift me from abyss
But peace I only find in verses coined
Whilst poetic desire suffices for a kiss;
Still, let this serve not to shackle you to me
I intend to rise through lyric, joyously
For, as such work, my sorrow cannot remain
When the very caress of a hand frees the chain.
Up the ladder:
Covers
Down the ladder:
When summer is out of sight
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Posted: July 10, 2002 4:37 PM PDT; Last modified: July 10, 2002 4:37 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7511 Comments:
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poetandknowit @ 67.40.59.66
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16-Aug-02/8:35 AM
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Whilst? Why are you using this language? Do you know no other?
You were more relevant alive. Or were you? Nay. Nay. I scraped your poem onto the curb, but still I reek in such a way like mother's broiled cunt filet.
You can prefer the language all you want. You can write darling tributes to the ways of old. Many skilled writers have utilized the language or elements of it while expressing modern themes (e.g. Tom Stoppard). But you don't to that. You took a high school English lit class and were mesmerized like many of us when we were in puberty. But unfortunately you are stuck with who you are and the Romantic Age is long gone and your cheap imitations of these dead farts are just that: cheap.
shear brilliance.
this poem really grabbed my heart and i suppose you are a romantic man and im sure it is not just old farts that like your work i am probbably one of the youngest people on poemranker and i like your work alot and im sure it means allot to you and doesnt desserve to be dissed as it has been from what i have read. 195 view(s)
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