John Skelton

(1460 - 1529 / Norfolk, England)

Arectyng My Syght - Poem by John Skelton

Arectyng my syght towarde the zodyake,
The sygnes xii for to beholde a farre,
When Mars retrogradant reuersyd his bak,
Lord of the yere in his orbicular,
Put vp his sworde, for he cowde make no warre,
And whan Lucina plenarly did shyne,
Scorpione ascendynge degrees twyse nyne.


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  • Rookie - 880 Points Leslie Sharp (10/23/2014 8:15:00 AM)

    This poem pretty much sums it up! The world is in need of a rebirth. Our faith is unknown and we cannot
    deny nor can we deny who we are! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 30, 2012



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