MRXEI (a poem)

Tho’ the love that I owe
To thee I dare na show,
I don’t know where else I can go:
Her Husband the Relater she preferr’d.

This crueel torment, and this peyne,
And all I have to do is think of her,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow.

All I really want is some patience,
Like a poet hidden
In the light of thought
(and adobe slabs for my girls.)

Lorsque tout est fini lorsque l’on agonise,
As the riper
should by time decease,
I can taste the fear.

Burns
Morissey
Milton

Chaucer
Harrison
Shelley

Morisette
Shelley
Animal Collective

Queneau
Shakespeare
Arcade Fire