1330 In day is night pent, Leashed to the shadows Under tree or cloud Or creviced redoubt-- Ever telling the whip's taut length In parting and closing with its fellows By the sun's hand, Till the turning world slip word.
16 July 2010
1329
15 July 2010
1328
14 July 2010
1327
13 July 2010
1326
11 July 2010
1325 The sun is strange to light the day, Shadow to pattern walks, Air as blue as eyes To make a breath. The arrangement, not condition, No essence wants addition.
09 July 2010
1324
08 July 2010
1323
07 July 2010
1322
06 July 2010
1321 Queen of herself, Full vessel, A formidable lady to love. Scepter snap of a tongue, Minion-making, In absence savored By one in favor. Come, lady, Yourself unmastered Masters me.
