by mine own gar..... |
"I know that I hung on that wind swept Tree all of nights nine. Pierced by mine own gar, and given to Woden, self unto mine self on that Tree no one knows what depth it's roots run. None g...
Posted by byron on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 12:55:00 PST |
Links To Some Subjects That Interest Me. |
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Posted by byron on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 02:45:00 PST |
Emily Dickinson Poems |
1."The secret- Some things that fly there be, Birds, hours, bumble-bee; Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be, Greif, hills, eternity; Nor this behooveth me. Ther...
Posted by byron on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 06:29:00 PST |
