Archive for February 1st, 2004

In night when colors all to black are cast, Distinction lost, or gone down with the light; The eye a watch to inward senses placed, Not seeing, yet still having powers of sight, Gives vain alarums to the inward sense, Where fear stirred up with witty tyranny, Confounds all powers, and thorough self-offense, Doth forge […]

Aaron Haspel | Posted February 1, 2004 @ 2:47 PM | Poetry