Forward to next post: Meanwhile, in the world
Larry Hammer’s playing at Words of One Beat again, over on his LiveJournal. The game is to write entirely in words of one syllable; and so he posted:
That last couplet isn’t quite up to the original; but what are the odds that anything would be?
Had we but all the world, and time, These coy ways, Miss, would be no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love’s day.
Thou by the East Ind stream’s bank-side
Shouldst find red gems: I by the tide
Near York would moan of love. I would
Love you ten years ere came the Flood,
You should say “No,” if you should please,
Till Jews to Christ go on their knees. …
We’re having fun. Patrick has weighed in with:
My own entry there is half a cheat, its art in the choice of the original:
At the round Earth’s made-up sharp bits Blow your horns, winged ones, and rise up
Rise up from death, you great past all we can count, of souls
And to each your own corpse, spread out, please go! …
When I have fears that I may cease to be Ere I can write out all that’s in my brain, …