Free verse № 99104
Herman
Like the fern burnt by frost
planted in north's shade
is the hermit. A strange
alphabet of runes and figures
played out
has left him left out. But we
feel no sadness,
we are bees at a honeypot;
he has no sweet tooth.
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I'm still noodling the runes and figures. Thinking stockmarket, but that goes against the ambition thing.
Lost his ambition?
5 more pages. I'm currently stealing sources quoted in other articles and quoting them as independent citations, for which I will surely burn in criticism hell, alongside any professor gufftuous enough to assign a source quota on a graduate research paper. The bad news is, despite my best efforts Blake's still a monstrously guffy woman-hating curmudgeonly spaz and producer of some of the most illiterate poetry ever to stain my eyes.
"God bless thy poor bald pate. God bless. thy hollow winking eyes
God bless thy shriveld beard. God. bless. thy many wrinkled forehead
Thou hast no teeth old man & thus I kiss thy sleek bald head
Heva come kiss his bald head for he will not hurt us Heva"
- Tiriel 2:32-35
- [Famous feminist Blake scholar] Naomi Wolf describing being sexually harassed in 1983 by [even more famous sexist Blake scholar] Harold Bloom
"I can't help it. I was born with this face of an aged lecher."
- sexist Blake scholar Harold Bloom, responding to her charges
For proof, take a look at http://tinyurl.com/2q5fl
The fern also is bothersome because all ferns do best in north shade and all are burned by frost if one is.
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