You from a mongerel pack
roused by sullen descent
marking your purpose
in the billow of cloudy days
What makes you pant
so keenly
as if you wooed my heart
and I wore a merry face
Is your vilest spite
to be my murkiest den?
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You from a mongerel pack
roused by sullen descent
marking your purpose
in the billow of cloudy days
What makes you pant
so keenly
as if you wooed my heart
and I wore a merry face
Is your vilest spite
to be my murkiest den?
I can't pretend to understand it. But I'm guessing you are not happy and a man has done you wrong. It does read really well and the added reference to the man as a dog works too. Do I need to understand it? To fully appreciate it yes I probably do.
I'm reading plays written by women in the 19th century.
The post ironic pre menstrual ones?
lol. The past iron-clad virginal bleeding ones