Actor Afield
dazed
under a mist-tripped
totter of stars,
each footstep a void
which a breath chases,
paradise lost!
what light yonder?
why
a world so shabby
it daunts proof?
can god not fairly
scatter rain?
or yoricks?
it’s trafficky out,
fuddles of drizzle.
lunar sips
of dewdroppy curves
must give us pause
from gropes.
what Virgil to guide me
through these woods?
what mystical nymph?
some flinching exeunt?
a Cupid’s bow of comet?
some sorcery of cowslip?
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Midsummer Night's Dream themes in last stanza
Long, brutal grading/marking of papers ended on xmas day, about half way through. Still in shock and daze from immersion in a tunnel of student papers.
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