Descending to the earth, that strange intoxicating beauty of the unseen world
lurks in the elements of nature.
The horse’s name was Remorse.
There were people said, “Gee, what a nag!”
And they were Edgar Allan Poe bugs and so
They called him Remorse. Devamını Oku
Maker-of-Sevens in the scheme of things
From earth to star;
Thy cycle holds whatever is fate, and
Over the border the bar.
Though rank and fierce the mariner
Sailing the seven seas,
He prays as he holds his glass to his eyes,
Coaxing the Pleiades. Devamını Oku
Two decommissioned highways cross
and continue toward their borders
with the casual certainty
the dead carry in their sample cases.
Leaning against the wind
I notice tufts of fur in the air
and a driveshaft rising from the sand,
then the horsehair of a violinist’s bow
drawn steadily across my neck. Devamını Oku
Leigh Hunt born on October 19, 1784 in London, Leigh Hunt is the author of The Story of Rimini and Hero and Leander. A friend to Shelley and Keats, Hunt died on August 28, 1859. Devamını Oku