Favourite
When they ask me, “Who’s your favourite poet?”
I’d better not mention you,
Though you certainly are my favourite poet
And I like your poems too.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Favourite
When they ask me, “Who’s your favourite poet?”
I’d better not mention you,
Though you certainly are my favourite poet
And I like your poems too.
There are seven sins in the world: wealth without work, pleasure without conscience, knowledge without character, commerce without morality, science…
When you get the choice to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance.
A Dirge Rough wind, that moanest loud grief too sad for a song; wild wind, when sullen cloud knells all…
you are…