Originally posted by StarrmanYoke-burdened
Forever more will I rue the day
Under legislative word we came
Cowering like swine in sodden hay
Killed or gagged, tis all the same
Over was our spoken rule
Forever dimmed our inner light
Fettered in our imprisoned shame
Oxen
Unfit for play
Act ever-trodden
Respite
Ever-delayed
Poor bumbling oxen
Under restraint so great. even
Night dreams can
Not release
Yokes of the day
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Originally posted by StarrmanMight I suggest you finish the last stanza in the following fashion?:
(Copyright Starrman2006)
"Forever more will I rue the day
Under legislative word we came
Cowering like swine in sodden hay
Killed or gagged, tis all the same
Over was our spoken rule
Forever dimmed our inner light
Fettered in our imprisoned shame
(!)But ne'er our freedom to spout Offensive Word Test 155s(!)"
If you invert the first exclamation mark, it's sweet as a nut.
Originally posted by sjegNice, but too late for the edit 🙁
Might I suggest you finish the last stanza in the following fashion?:
(Copyright Starrman2006)
"Forever more will I rue the day
Under legislative word we came
Cowering like swine in sodden hay
Killed or gagged, tis all the same
Over was our spoken rule
Forever dimmed our inner light
Fettered in our imprisoned shame
(!)But ne'er our freedom to spout [ ...[text shortened]... ive Word Test 155s[/i](!)"
If you invert the first exclamation mark, it's sweet as a nut.
Wires
The widest prairies have electric fences,
For though old cattle know they must not stray
Young steers are always scenting purer water
Not here but anywhere. Beyond the wires
Leads them to blunder up against the wires
Whose muscle-shredding violence gives no quarter.
Young steers become old cattle from that day,
Electric limits to their widest senses.
Philip Larkin, 1950
Originally posted by BowmannTooo moving......... sniff, sniff.
[b]Wires
The widest prairies have electric fences,
For though old cattle know they must not stray
Young steers are always scenting purer water
Not here but anywhere. Beyond the wires
Leads them to blunder up against the wires
Whose muscle-shredding violence gives no quarter.
Young steers become old cattle from that day,
Electric limits to their widest senses.
Philip Larkin, 1950[/b]