aaathey’re wasted as a mall is a moth stoneaxephone%aa~How many lovey our morns memory-tents off glad glace,
As sand loved our beauty with love false ores so true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in youth’s flowers,
And loved their sorrows [often] your changeling face;aaaaaaaa
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aaaaa/aaaaaaathere was this tall smooth-talking stone mason: Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
a small smooth stone
there was a smaaaaa/aaaaaaathere was tall fall smooth stone
there was a small smooth stone
I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
there waaaaas#3shadow/saaaall smooth stonevening full of the linnet’s wings.metaphor compare allusions
aaaaas#3shadow/I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,sailing~figurative languageaa now WBYeast 2tspRhyme/Rhythm rye-whole wheat flour
Process Notes: The digital compositions began as photos and scans of pages bread recipe books and pages from an old discarded school text (Poems with hand written notes). See post the stone that wished to know the wind for the original line about the small smooth stone.
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