I will be more... clamorous than a parrot against rain, more
new-fangled than an ape, more giddy in my desires
than a monkey: I will weep for nothing, like Diana
in the fountain, and I will do that when you are
disposed to be merry; I will laugh like a hyen, and
that when thou art inclined to sleep... the
wiser, the waywarder: make the doors upon a woman's
wit and it will out at the casement; shut that and
'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly
with the smoke out at the chimney.
(As You Like It, IV, i) more »
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Falling In Leaves
The Experts, in remote wisdom, declare-
This autumn is the finest show
of colours since The Records first began.
I, with not a little fear,
observe (as leaks a burnt vermillion tinge,
bled from my tumbling heart,
to paint the world) the ivy, oak and cedar
are red in love as me.
I drift with trepidation – like a leaf,
seduced by gravity, makes from
a fast-disrobing tree – from quiet oneness
towards the flowing waters of
this seminal embrace. I cannot buck
its vertiginous pull;
It is beyond me, is entrenched within me.
Oh, how it scares the ...