Status Updates From Second April

All my heart became a tear,
All my soul became a tower,
Never loved I anything
As I loved that tall blue flower...….
exceptional poetry !

Wept unseen, unheeded cried,
"All you things my eyes have kissed,
Fare you well! We meet no more,
Lovely, lovely tattered mist!

Weary wings that rise and fall
All day long above the fire!"—
Red with heat was every wall,
Rough with heat was every wire—

An awful lot of alliteration in “Ode to Silence”—“Lacking a sunny southern slope in northern Sicily,/With sullen pupils focused on a dream,/Stares on the stagnant stream”—early poem.

Ebb from “Second April”—so sad.

“Alms”—begging for crumbs of affection from a cold distant lover.