![]() To myselfA Poem by john![]() A poem about life through the beginning middle and end of one. Inspired by Keats and in a sonnet form in iambic pentameter.![]() Sweet melodious voices hark, and thunder in my ear, oh Apollo it is loud enough to hear, and of which I want to greet. It should be known to all, to gods to kings, that time passes far too fast, and fashions futility to the efforts we bring. The dim, the dark, the bold the indolence of life The repose, in which the mind is sold Be now sick be now old all because I did just as I was told. © 2014 john |
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