stewtheking
Headphoneus Supremus
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This is my favourite poem.
I believe it's called "first fig".. but i'm not sure.
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
And this one.. The bird-catcher, i think...
Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher
Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter,
So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly
Singing about her head, as she rode by.
Short poems are always better I feel, as the audience is left to fill in their own story and meanings.
I believe it's called "first fig".. but i'm not sure.
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
And this one.. The bird-catcher, i think...
Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher
Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter,
So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly
Singing about her head, as she rode by.
Short poems are always better I feel, as the audience is left to fill in their own story and meanings.