Two Sunday Sonnets.

The print of Songs and Sonnets has bad numbering. I think these are sonnets nineteen and twenty. But I will not cite them as such. We will not whisper, we have found the place Of silence and the endless halls of sleep. And that which breathes alone throughout the deep The end and the beginning … Continue reading Two Sunday Sonnets.

White Knights ruin everything.

There are problems when any group are allowed to let their feelings rule, and there is no restriction and restraint. This includes women: women are not exempt from the fall nor are they without moral agency. But they have a track record of corrupting their husbands and those who would want to be their lovers, … Continue reading White Knights ruin everything.