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To The Muse

Rating: 3.2

The Muse my sister looked in my face,
her gaze was bright and clear,
and she took away my golden ring,
the gift of the virginal year.

Muse! everyone else is happy –
girls, wives, widows – all around!
I swear I’d rather die on the rack
than live fettered and bound.

In time I’ll join the guessing-game,
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Dr Antony Theodore 09 March 2020

Tonight I pine for no one, alone in my candlelit room; but I don’t-don’t-don’t want to know who’s kissing whom. very good poem. tony

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