Sunday, October 11, 2009


Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Portrait of Maria Leathart (British 1862)

Our generation is, to put it simply,
There is no context in our action for the word:
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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