Tag Humankind Cannot Bear Very Much Reality

Still the Parrot Paces

In the third stanza of “Speak, Parrot” by John Skelton, you’ll find these lines : “With my bekė bent, my little wanton eye,/ My feathers fresh as is the emerald green,/About my neck a circulet like the rich ruby,/ my little leggės, my feet both feat and clean,/ I… Continue reading Still the Parrot Paces

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