Saturday, 1 October 2011

As You Love It Poem

Cloud as tufts. The memory stays with you.
Breath and breath. A new heaven and a new
soil discarded from heaven. Let's love it for that
And do you love him because of the I do.
The little strength I have, I wish it yours.

Charles: come, where's this young gallant
that is so desirous as to fuck the dusty ground?
Orlando: Ready, sir; but my cock has more mundane ambition.

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