A Nod at Hobson
So what hurts most, I often wonder…
(your deceit’s place is beyond doubt).
My folly, perhaps, when I first fell under
your witch’s spell, before the rout?
Or the greater one, when I should have laughed
at my mock consecration as your God:
the joke revealed when you used my craft
to woo and take to bed a fraud?
***
(your deceit’s place is beyond doubt).
My folly, perhaps, when I first fell under
your witch’s spell, before the rout?
Or the greater one, when I should have laughed
at my mock consecration as your God:
the joke revealed when you used my craft
to woo and take to bed a fraud?
***
Labels: poetry
Selected by SPECKLED_BAND |
09:14 |
2 Comments:
Prefer the second verse to the first. It stands alone and is significant by itself.
And where would Hobson be without the first? :)
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