The Garden of Love BY WILLIAM BLAKE I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And Thou shalt not. writ over the door; So I turn’d to […]
The Ball BY HUGO AXEL FLORES Thank you for this present life the dream we weave upon the green the picture taken holding fast to evidence that we were cast protagonists with gleeful smiles straightened bow tie, shimmery dress a ball to dance, a friend to hold warble we of how it went ere we […]
I Wish My Tongue Were a Pen BY HUGO AXEL FLORES I wish my tongue were a pen For my pen mounts high upon currents of light a stag in search of a mare But my tongue wags slow contemplating the plight sequestered in the barn for the night What a dilemma to know what […]