nadia.brady95's Saved Poems

Where's the Poet? show him! show him,
Muses nine! that I may know him.
'Tis the man who with a man
Is an equal, be he King,
Or poorest of the beggar-clan
Or any other wonderous thing
A man may be 'twixt ape and Plato;
'Tis the man who with a...

Come and see your yesterday daughter.
She is wearing your sundress like a cape.
Your pearl necklace is her tiara,
caught on her nose, she knows
she is cross eyed, and that you are about to
laugh or cry. You haven’t decided which,
because...