Painting Virgil Poem by michael oliver

Painting Virgil



Glancing out the window - Arcades Ambo Wham Whoa
Immediate. Those perfect dreams - Of failed painted boughs
Fallen their leaves. Unrealized - Dry under times foot
Withered as disappointed thoughts - Closeted by the shade
Of a shriven humility - At imaginations uneasy negation

The yew bower arch - Green dark against grey
As cartoon youths play - their flat shepherd game
Limned with correct compliments - A compleat pastiche attempted
The pastoral enacted with - Dialogue mute and endless
Imagined entire to itself - My deluded path peoples

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Have been reading sonnets and the way their words run wanted to try this way of writing this of course is not a sonnet just a couple of verse test tubes
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