In A Swiss Valley Poem by james watkin

In A Swiss Valley



Overhung, of what for peaks'
Icy sternness awes.
Belfry, this notable
Shrunk, contemptible!

'Where does that leave us? ' Propounds
With a drop in pride
This severe, known to entomb
Carefree's airiest
White black-veined moth. Eve's soul fest
Had thought to provide.

Wednesday, November 2, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: switzerland,mountain,small
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james watkin

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