Old poems and older poems. The art in here is far more recent - all illustration tiles were made between April 20, 2024 and May 12, 2024.
Some of these poems were published in a chapbook, Eleusinian Mysteries, in 1995, under the pen name Sarah Maddo...
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I cannot write a decent sonnet yet though my desires creep onto the page to make furtive love poetry; the stage upon which I recite is dirty, and ill-set. No rhymes obey my commands. I write my every desire into screaming doggerel, hoping that in poetry I can tell my love in justice. But my words are trite. The songs are out of measure, my voice off-pitch, the lyric muse that courts me shakes her head - in vain did she inspire my pen, and grace my bed, 'twas vanity to summon her, I! a silly witch! Beloved, I cannot express what burns in me - as long as this fever chokes my heart, I am not free.
