Sunday, March 19, 2017

tamiflu shanter


Some poems by the Baroness.

It is a kind of flutter
like the beatring of moths' wings,
a Lethean stream
in which to dip forgetting eyes.

Are there so many terrors
among the things that just aren't so
Golgotha is a valley
where flutter the fragrant gonfalons

The Infinite Nothing.

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