What’s done cannot be undone, a wise woman once said, which is so definite, yet there’s beauty in it. ‘Tis an adage that reassures us that what is, is and what can be, may be. The thought that things without all remedy should be of no regard is comforting, it reminds us that in this … Sigue leyendo Things without all remedy
Etiqueta: poetry
In Paris lies a lady
In Paris lies a lady richly left and richly thus pursued by others, although by me in poor time richly met. Had I had but the means or the time to show her how I felt and feel, I would have, for she’s fairer than the very word. My Venera, though not mine, wine flavored … Sigue leyendo In Paris lies a lady
A double heart
Dear Lady Disdain, are you yet living? Now estranged, however much I loved you, in fact twofold than you did I. After all, while you lent me your heart for but a while you won mine from me with weighted dice, slighted my lips with heat of false fire. A double heart for your single … Sigue leyendo A double heart
A shadow’s shadow
A shadow’s shadow is all that I am. A lifetime leading to a photograph faded away. A pathway winding towards a city of nonexisting borders. A stained-glass view towards a memory yet to be lived. That’s all any of us are, shadows of ourselves, future past left to wither away in our present passing.
I dreamed a dream
I dreamed a dream, long ago, a dream now realized in that of me. ‘Tis all I am, a sweet remembrance of a dream soon lost; the vetted realization of an idea in youth incepted. That’s all any of us are, the flourished flora from a seed planted a lifetime preceding.
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