gri_2004_m_4_b01_f07_017
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- 65871789 - JNaz
- 66069427 - StarSister
- 66105275 - LindaK0412
- 66121841 - evanstonsherry
- WINNER - 66161669 - oranwalker
- 66210531 - xuelee
65871789 - JNaz
FOR MY MUSE'All the time of writing his Paradise lost, his
veine began at the Autumnall AEquinoctiall and
ceased at the Vernall or thereabouts' (Aubrey).
Autumn is said to be a poet's time,
When walking through the orchards poets
Are stunned by falling fruit : imagination.
Miltonic grandeur of colour
Glazons the landscape of a Fall.
Early while the morning's wet
Is the time to write; early
Before the dinner-gong wounds the silence;
Or in the early morning ringed
By a solar system of candles.
The country's best where there is a sense
Of order in the metrical grass-hop:
Though in the city moving figures
Occupy the poet's anti-self
Even as he launches the dazzling image.
Naked but for a straw hat,
Glareglasses on against the rhymes
Strong in this part of the afternoon,
The poet follows figures of ships tht curve
Half on the water, half on air.
Or Egyptian in one room
Above the cracked and splintering river,
Warmed by the contrast of fire and snow,
He write a sestina in six hours,
About the lion of summer in his cage.
Now the painter can erect her easel
Among the daffodils and transparent clouds
And paint the flowered dresses and their girls,
Agile or langorous, and poets
Pursue the colour-adjectives.
66069427 - StarSister
FOR MY MUSE'All the time of writing his Paradise lost, his
veine began at the Autumnal Equinoctial and
ceased at the Vernal of thereabouts' (Aubrey)
Autumn is said to be a poet's time,
When walking through the orchards poets
Are stunned by falling fruit: imagination.
Miltonic grandeur of colour
Blazons the landscape of a Fall.
Early while the morning's wet
Is the time to write; early
Before the dinner-gong wounds the silence;
Or in the early morning ringed
By a solar system of candles.
The country's best where there is a sense
Of order in the metrical grass-hop:
Though in the city moving figures
Occupy the poet's anti-self
Even as he launches the dazzling image.
Naked but for a straw hat,
Glareglasses on against the rhymes
Strong in this part of the afternoon,
The poet follows figures of ships that curve
Half on the water, half on air.
Or Egyptian in one room
Above the cracked and splintering river,
Warmed by the contrast of fire and snow,
He writes a sestina in six hours,
About the lion of summer in his cage.
Now the painter can erect her easel
Among the daffodils and transparent clouds
And paint the flowered dresses and their girls,
Agile or languorous, and poets
Pursue the colour-adjectives.
66105275 - LindaK0412
FOR MY MUSE'All the time of writing his Paradise Lost, his
veine began at the Autumnall AEquinoctiall and
ceased at the Vernall or thereabouts' (Aubrey).
Autumn is said to be a poet's time,
When walking through the orchards poets
Are stunned by falling fruit: imagination.
Miltonic grandeur of colour
Blazons the landscape of a Fall.
Early while the morning's wet
Is the time to write; early
Before the dinner-gong wounds the silence;
Or in the early morning ringed
By a solar system of candles.
The country's best where there is a sense
Of order in the metrical grass-hop:
Though in the city moving figures
Occupy the poet's anti-self
Even as he launches the dazzling image.
Naked but for a straw hat,
Glare glasses on against the rhymes
Strong in this part of the afternoon,
The poet follows figures of ships that curve
Half of the water, half on air.
Or Egyptian in one room
Above the cracked and splintering river,
Warmed by the contrast of fire and snow,
He write a sestina in six hours,
About the lion of summer in his cage.
Now the painter can erect her easel
Among the daffodils and transparent clouds
And paint the flowered dresses and their girls,
Agile or languorous, and poets
Pursue the colour-adjectives.
66121841 - evanstonsherry
FOR MY MUSE'All the time of writing his Paradise lost, his
veine began at the Atumnall AEquinoctiall and
ceased at the Vernall or thereabouts' (Aubrey).
Autumn is said to be a poet's time,
When walking through the orchards poets
Are stunned by falling fruit: imagination.
Miltonic grandeur of colour
Blazons the landscape of a Fall.
Early while the morning's wet
Is the time to write; early
Before the dinner-gong wounds the silence;
Or in the early morning ringed
By a solar system of candles.
The country's best where there is a sense
Of order in the metrical grass-hop:
Though in the city moving figures
Occupy the poet's anti-self
Even as he launches the dazzling image.
Naked but for a straw hat,
Glareglasses on against the rhymes
Strongin this part of the afternoon,
The poet follows figures of ships that curve
Hal on the water, half n air.
Or Egyptian in one room
Above the cracked and splintering river,
Warmed by the contrast of fire and snow,
He write a sestina in six hours,
About the lion of summer in his cage.
Now the painter can erect her easel
Among the daffodils and transparent clouds
And paint the flowered dresses and their girls
Agile or langorous, and poets
Pursue the colour-adjectives.
WINNER - 66161669 - oranwalker
FOR MY MUSE'All the time of writing his Paradise lost, his
veine began at the Autumnall Aequinoctiall and
ceased at the Vernall or thereabouts' (Aubrey).
Autumn is said to be a poet's time,
When walking through the orchards poets
Are stunned by falling fruit: imagination.
Miltonic grandeur of colour
Blazons the landscape of a Fall.
Early while the morning's wet
Is the time to write; early
Before the dinner-gong wounds the silence;
Or in the early morning ringed
By a solar system of candles.
The country's best where there is a sense
Of order in the metrical grass-hop:
Though in the city moving figures
Occupy the poet's anti-self
Even as he launches the dazzling image.
Naked but for a straw hat,
Glareglasses on against the rhymes
Strong in this part of the afternoon,
The poet follows figures of ships that curve
Half on the water, half on air.
Or Egyptian in one room
Above the cracked and splintering river,
Warmed by the contrast of fire and snow,
He write a sestina in six hours,
About the lion of summer in his cage.
Now the painter can erect her easel
Among the daffodils and transparent clouds
And paint the flowered dresses and their girls,
Agile or languorous, and poets
Pursue the colour-adjectives.
66210531 - xuelee
"All the time of writing his Paradise lost, his veine began at the Autumnall AEquinoctiall and ceased at the Vernall or thereabouts" (Aubrey).Autumn is said to be a poet's time,
When walking throug the orchards poets
Are stunned by falling fruit: imagination.
Miltonic grandeur of colour
Blazens the landscape of a Fall.
Early while the morning's yet
Is the time to write; early
Before the dinner-gong wounds the silence;
Or in the early morning ringed
By a solar system of candles.
The country's best where there is a sense
Of order in the metrical grass-hop:
Though in the city moving figures
Occupy the poet's anti-self
Even as he launches the dazzling image.
Naked but a straw hat,
Glareglasses on against the rymes
Strong in his part of the afternoon,
The poet follows figures of ships that curve
Half on water, half on air.
Or Egyptian in one room
Above the cracked and splintering river,
Warmed by the contrast of fire and snow,
He write a sestina in six hours,
About the lion of summer in his cage.
Now the painter can erect her easel
Among the daffodils and transparent clouds
And paint the flowered dresses and their girls,
Agile or langorous, and poets
Pursue the colour-adjectives.