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.
sips of lunar curves
must give us pause
from dewy gropes.
what Virgil to guide me
through these woods?
what nymph?
some flinching exeunt
of Cupid’s comet?
a sorcery of cowslip?
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8/26 mods ... need puck's help...
12/26/25... changed an article
Midsummer Night's Dream themes
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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