Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Portrait of Maria Leathart (British 1862)
Our generation is, to put it simply,
Misguided.
There is no context in our action for the word:
Splendor.
It sounds fussy even saying it aloud.
When--if ever, have I sat, not waiting for the time exactly,
but when that I fanned my clean black sleeves against the couch,
Eyeing the shrubbery
Filtered in a warbled Victorian window
And claimed to be bored with it?
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