I have been trying to decide whether I ought to post commentary, or whether I ought to just post my poems without apology. I think I have decided on the latter; with 13 other people there should be enough intelligent people to make up for my babbling. (Dream on, Vicki.) I am going to the Czech Republic today, and I shan’t come back for a long time, so I will just leave you with a little teaser for more…
William Blake wrote poems a plenty
I have only one and twenty*
In the future be attendant
To the poems of Blake’s descendant.
*not counting this one. (=0
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Posted at 12:18 pm EST on the 28th of July 2008 by V. K. Blake. Under Poetry as Blakeness There are 2 replies. |
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It’s a chip off the old block. Nice rhyme. *solemn*
Very nice. I like it.