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summer_jackel) wrote2016-04-28 07:28 am
summer_jackel) wrote2016-04-28 07:28 am
Entry tags:
her lover, hunting
Eilenor sang---
Oh you who sing out with wanting
proudly following your hunting dogs
into the bracken and the wild onion
with its purple blossoms,
into the morning air;
extend your hand to catch my heart then,
as it follows,
capering all around you like another dog---
you need no arrow, you need no word.
yesterday's poem is late (oops)---I slipped!
Oh you who sing out with wanting
proudly following your hunting dogs
into the bracken and the wild onion
with its purple blossoms,
into the morning air;
extend your hand to catch my heart then,
as it follows,
capering all around you like another dog---
you need no arrow, you need no word.
yesterday's poem is late (oops)---I slipped!