Joined: 22 Nov 2005
Location: Westwego LA
Currently Reading: American Archery by Robert P Elmer; How the Post Office Created America by Winifred Gallagher
|Posted: Sunday, 21 April 2013, 2:13 AM Post subject: [color=indigo]Assignation[/color]
Oh woe is me, thou hast woke
Before me this day, left mine fantasy to stray
In addition, hastened thee upon thy way.
Oh that shame, shouldst follow me
Throughout this day that God
Hast granted mee and thee
That I thy poet and yeoman sworn
Shouldst be lost in slumber warm
Whilst thee mine laidee
Dost go upon thy merrie way.
And departing Didst so gaily buss thy yeoman yea,
on this very morn ere thee left mee here alone.
Ye Traveling Troubadour
Cyrille "A poet when he writes is like a lover in his lady's arms. All seems true, you understand---that's half the joy of writing"
(from the Play "Cyrano De Bergerac," by Edmumd Rostand"
Joined: 10 Aug 2005
Location: Eastern USA
Currently Reading: "Snippets of Life" by Peggy Harwood
|Posted: Monday, 22 April 2013, 7:05 AM Post subject:
|Ah! So his lady kissed a yoeman. So sorry, Troubadour!!!
"Then he thinks he knows/ The hills where his life rose/ And the sea where it goes." from the "Buried Life" by Matthew Arnold