Unromantic romance, for a lighter Wednesday poem
A total delight!
Earlier this day, read Lord Byron's words at his grave: “Here lies the poet, who, in his own despite, / Was forced to sing of love, and not of spite.”
To appear and write and be so far ahead of one's time seems so unfair.
A total delight!
Earlier this day, read Lord Byron's words at his grave: “Here lies the poet, who, in his own despite, / Was forced to sing of love, and not of spite.”
To appear and write and be so far ahead of one's time seems so unfair.