or the asthenic white wales of the north,
it wouldn't be my voice to ascertain every ear
the good wise man lives in the hollow tree
regarding sins and sense to keep those
for a stone loath of the Easter treasures telling us
of all secrets this wide lands behind such shallow shores
only the wild wide rivers share sometimes
with what they do behalf of nymphs and
other deities' beauty, our forestgods the main Olympics
are more often giving passage than to musing boys and girls,
permitting them their rightfull
freedom, if such a hunt for tragedies
were passionate we would deserve a better fate
than this one day did fall on beating Daphne's glowing loins
and vanished her phanthomic shamefull pains
hiding deepdown in the forlorn but fertile soil
of this Arcadic landscapes
her belonging, and this arch grows for once again
to more a passion's gift the beating laurier virgin,
and now her lady's cheeks attract the cooler breezes
blowing up the passing shipwrecks over Saffron's Hill,
this all came down to us by hands of lyric statesmanship's desires,
so let me save for all of you the healing doubts and debts
we carry with chipped and well covered
by a silvery shrubbed cold network
like this fish shows me on, and do forgive:
the figtree mankind saved from long ago the ages
now shimmers on the deck of a logging through trailer
more as inverted for the way aloof than lofty'
from: the poetry = juran parks lot
Clem Bur /*davis
= Holland Heemstede 2101 PS/5 / info@huysdevoorst.nl (license)
autodiction: Cl5 * /atelier Bur / Dd5 %*3 /
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