Anne Boleyn
by Robin Ouzman Hislop — Read all 170 poems by Robin Ouzman Hislop
(in homage to Thomas Wyatt, who witnessed, as a prisoner of the tower for other displeasures, her execution through the gratings)
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
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
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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
sad but moving poetry.
Susan