sonnet monkey manuscripts
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Tuesday, March 25, 2008
untitled
Perhaps they did believe it �
he never had but one and one below this morning,
which like the bird,
like flowers that heard the tale for true,
and if I could not keep the dark away,
I'd toss it yonder like a look at her work.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
untitled
The quiet nonchalance of death oh thou unknown renown � mine by the dead shall go in purposeless circumference. I felt a clearing in my face and lighted with a mighty look.
Sweet is the little bird
Sweet is the little bird
it lay unmentioned as the attempt to rise �
How cordial is the one too intrinsic for renown
I think just how the fire will burn,
just as soon as you have done expecting me.
It had been legible to me
It had been legible to me
here a mist and there a star and there a star and there a mist afterwards day
a flippant fly upon his mind and he part company
till opposite I spied a face upon the heaven inquire
like flowers that heard the tale for true
I should be to thee
