Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Twentieth Century Brit Lit or: Post War

There it was alone,
Crimson leaf,
In a shivering body of green.
Was this the Poet come before his time,
Flashing eyes and floating hair?
Or a prophet, fire in his veins,
And ash upon his head,
Too late to save
The world?


Mother of Perseus said...

why can't i follow you???

Mother of Perseus said...

please disregard the previous comment. the way has been discovered.
you thought these were real comments didn't you???


i loves ya.

~im just only me~ said...

Im so confused. lol

don't be emily said...


~im just only me~ said...

btw, dayna, where am i going that you want to follow? Hopefully, Paris or Rome or something :D ...

~im just only me~ said...

Could be, wasnt really talking about him though :)

~im just only me~ said...

also... Wordsworth=19th cent. fyi :P