“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label Haiku 9. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Haiku 9. Show all posts
Sunday, April 5, 2015
An Orchard of Golden Apples for Eris
Haiku IX
Independence is
a fruitless tree of no-ledge
fallen far from roots
Image of painting by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882), "My Lady Greensleeves" c. 1864 (w/apple blossoms)[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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