go broadly

A poet never takes notes,” said Robert Frost. “You never take notes in a love affair.”

at Brim I did a slightly variant version of this.

the frost quote's from
this interestly Named
writing-it-down
which J'e found peering roun' fer stuffs, about wallace steveNs. wallace stevens was the infamous son of , tristan tzara, but didnt know it.


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go broadly sally over sea

her to breath come its away over to see its then to saunter
over the caliper of psalm its hand held steerage then to harbour
of its richness fell-welt fail-well fellow whose
knickers bear down bear down port to cone of its
each angle of the back incurved to invoice
to play her skit Open to climb its back breaking straw
strong to pair it s tomb wraith guide


She to wear a columbine boat ride to jacket
her spur a shaking she to caper
cold mutton but braided to the boot
her to trot strum on her stewing straw
near its backbreaked meant she hover a can of peach
near to felt to her to feel
a buckled keel to her lyric keep
over to her she to boulder
he to wean its overing hour its stroke before cloud
not a mare in site a mere insight to this insist
her insouciant stare leg resting to the ghost thigh of lace
her to hug to lust its ongoing hour over the flutter
her to holding him hymn her sigh wing to this inside butter
banter to choose his god over her oddysseuus twice the time
her mother told. gold to jeep her keepsake a mere
like memory
adjusted her hat paused to the brim
her cheeked softcoined to its lapidairy
consent
unhooked by the this of thatings. come caper all ye gathers.