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(in homage to Thomas Wyatt, who witnessed, as a prisoner of the tower for other displeasures, her execution through the gratings)
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that i should know you sorrow
blame not my lute*
now this is the moon´s morrow,
now that i am smitten
my heart´s love stolen
nor kiss of mine so fallen
the gloaming glamour gone.
blame not my lute
that still to the moon strings song
to all his loves who´ve flown
& plays to the moon alone
blame not my lute.
* CXV Devonshire Manuscript.
Copyright Robin Ouzman Hislop 2004
all rights reserved
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| Reviewed by Marilyn Seray |
8/5/2004 |
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| Great poetry, glad I stopped by |
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| Reviewed by Jane Rodway |
7/25/2004 |
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| EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!! |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
7/21/2004 |
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| well penned ... interesting bit of history ... |
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| Reviewed by Patricia Gomes |
7/21/2004 |
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| The title caught my eye; the poem held me spellbound. Excellent work! |
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| Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU |
7/21/2004 |
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This poem took me through the English Chronicles…
This is an outstanding poetic writing prodding the stallion of history.
I salute You, Sublime Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU |
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| Reviewed by Lori Moore |
7/21/2004 |
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| Very nice. |
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| Reviewed by Susan de Vegter |
7/21/2004 |
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Haunting unto this afternoon. The canvas is crying with this write.
sad but moving poetry.
Susan |
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