Robert Browning
London / England
Sunday, May 13, 2001

The Laboratory Comments

Rating: 2.9
Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly,
May gaze thro' these faint smokes curling whitely,
As thou pliest thy trade in this devil's-smithy---
Which is the poison to poison her, prithee?


Shenice Binding 30 March 2012
this poam is touching and the rhythm is lovely too
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Charley P 06 February 2009
I love it. So full of delightful malice, and the rhythm is brilliant too.
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