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innocentsmith) wrote2009-08-07 01:46 pm
innocentsmith) wrote2009-08-07 01:46 pm
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And then there was a Robert Graves poem on your flist.
For no good reason, except that I love it and was just reminded of it:
(Reading it, I always feel inspired to write a story based on this poem, but am never sure quite how. Probably the problem is just that it's entirely enough of a story on its own.)
Love Without Hope
by Robert Graves
Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher
Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter,
So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly
Singing about her head, as she rode by.
(Reading it, I always feel inspired to write a story based on this poem, but am never sure quite how. Probably the problem is just that it's entirely enough of a story on its own.)
