TUESDAY, APRIL 8, 2008 Una delle prime poesie in inglese che io abbia mai scritto... Non ha subito labor limae come nessuna delle mie poesie in generale, però è più ricercata. Stile molto immaturo (era una delle prime, appunto) però continua a piacermi, come contenuti...
Soulful Overwrought
It's the time to dull truth
take out of the only king
who cannot own his song,
coming clean cannot shout
out his inner dour soul wide,
and pride his sunny shattering.
To him, whose mind is pleading
for being overkilled, I made
the still grieving harass
and precipitated the last compass,
to drab despair left him off, I
even now fathom blind,
how could soulful deep bind
myself overwrought to such fancy.
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http://fewlonerhymes.blogspot.com/2008/04/...verwrought.html