You do not tell a snake which way to twist Its limb nor cats where they can or can’t walk. And the same holds true for the sonnet, its Thoughts are its own. Through me you hear it talk Say what it wants. I’m the … Read More →
You do not tell a snake which way to twist Its limb nor cats where they can or can’t walk. And the same holds true for the sonnet, its Thoughts are its own. Through me you hear it talk Say what it wants. I’m the … Read More →