Tag: wit
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‘The Music of Stones’ and other poems by Colette Colfer
Stepping Stones Here are my hands, outstretched for your bare feet so that each step of your path through darkness and gravel bits splintered with thorns will meet uncalloused palms of moccasin softness. This is your extraordinary journey beyond mapped landscape and into unknowns but my knuckles will jigsaw rocks like keys filling…
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Rosalind/Ganymede
‘Make the doors upon a woman’s wit and it will out at the casement; shut that and ’twill out at the keyhole; stop that , ’twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney’. From ‘As you Like It‘ though many pals think that Bacon wrote Shakespeare or something like that . Rosalind dresses as a…