Tag: gardens
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Starcarrier’s sad fragment
At rest My bones Innermost piping. At best My poems Middlemost climb Bedpost high only One eye alone descries Their broke fiddler tone. A finger stoneless What lingers of that no’d proposal. Somewhere voice-bare no one else goes there Fiery quiet, fair and admirably foliate Light roseate. Enfolding irises eye holding Yellow as Carcosa’s minaret’s…
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Mr Barr of Scotland and What he has Planted
Mr Barr of Scotland Reputable planter whose hands tease blooms such rare leaves that all agree he aboves all others leagues He asks assistance seeking that upon life’s marker at death primroses planted be Favour he xanthine o’er green, that which like bee’s brighter half hued That which like a calf thought smiling and daft…
Alchemisland 