Sin is sin, till we partake…
Sin is sin, till we partake…. He told the pretty Irish girl, sin is sin till we partake in her sweetness. Then the sin become a part of us, we will accept willingly.… Continue reading
Daily Archive: November 13, 2021
Saturday verbal poetry- Anne Finch- Countess of Winchilsea
the 18th century English poet, Anne Finch – Countess of Winchilsea. Lady Winchilsea… I looked for you yesterday in the field of wildflowers. Your promised me words to excite my soul to make… Continue reading
Tô Thuỳ Yên | The dying light on Tam Giang Lagoon – Chiều trên phá Tam Giang (3)
Please read the powerful verse.
I drink…
I drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you… I met Bukowski once and I learn. Like my mentor, I drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you. Pretty… Continue reading
Lady Winchilsea, Anne Finch poetry and my praise.
Song.. The nymph in vain bestows her painsThat seeks to thrive where Bacchus reigns;In vain are charms, or smiles, or frowns,All images his torrent drowns. Flames to the head he may impart,But makes an island of the heart,So inaccessible and cold,That to be his is to be oldAnne Finch… Continue reading