Weary was when coming on a stream in hidden mist the amber adornment of fall's birth here near edge a rippling soundless leaves and eddy eyes with trickling forest thighs in widening youthful nippling scenic creakless In this boundless vastly hours wait in gateless isn't fleshly smelling muchly as a golden On the crustish underbrush of where no one walked were unwindish rustlings musting thoughts of ill timed harvests And as we lay as we lay and as we lay we lay as we lay and aswelay Above a bird watching we knew not what cause his course of course we lay we lay in the rippling soundless boundless vastly of a firthing duty leaving welay wanting noughtless And then it seemed as from the air he left the bird who watched what would be called a dream
New Edward Lear Poems Discovered "The discovery was made by University of Nottingham PhD student Amy Wilcockson in the British Library....Ms Wilcockson found the pages, which contain a limerick about an old man on a bicycle, a poem and several letters, in a large collection of manuscripts known as the Charnwood Autograph Collection." viaBBC
What Sparks Poetry: Yona Harvey on Lauren Russell's Descent "The result is a poetic, hybrid tour de force that delivers not only the assembled narrative, but accounts of creating the book itself: 'I came to this project in search of Peggy, but it is my life, too, my family’s life, I find expunged from the record.' Descent, after all, is Russell’s deep exploration of ancestry and historical omission."
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