Thursday, January 5, 2017

Poem #67 Here Slept The Garbled Know

here slept the gabled known
 The bed feebler than then
he unweaponed reclined,
Thought it lie against me
banquet of comfort
a hero’s train to promise
under man to wield any
 up hand heavens mound
this house remembered

the grim ones mine. 

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