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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Second Quiz with even broader hints for blind poets The Princess Anna stood arms half-akimbo at the scrawny edge of the receding bank her Polonaise pollarded down to her exposed tarsus heels A wilting comb of fern and shrivelled grass still clinging to her rump mud trailing in crusty clumps around the soles half exposed at the base of the trunk A soft curling gust about her waist shook the panticles of her bells light translucent purple corolla peeling tinnitus at her lobes out of the gathering Siberian clouds sounded like her father calling: “ Pavlovnia! Pavlovnia! My Darling! Shake! Shake! Your ample locks! And let your capsicles pop and drop Your myriad minute pods Wafting towards Tsarist towers Tintinnabulating on troikas and travois! ” “ Hélas! Hélas! My Royal Pa! I’m wed for life to nether water-logged land See how the wind furrows the leathery waters Licking and tickling my bared soles! Here with one sawn shoulder and one twisted arm My hip sags with each dastardly axe-raised slap Leaning onto the other talus’s side They say it’s for my own own good My head was severed at the start My heart-shaped tresses thick in the heat Now float on the faint muddy bank tide! I dream of the day My Phoenix tubers will climb And seek the sunrise over the Eastern divide In lands where the waters drain Whole crowns of dark-green broccoli buds Before the sun goes down in the Taiga! “ “ O! I’ll tell your whey-faced mother, My Dear! Her eyes look long past the Western Gate! Till your timbers all grow strong with sheen And we’ll look for a handsome Prince, My Dear! Sturdy as oak-bound sails on brine! O! We’ll cut and soothe the grainy boards Till the dressing-chest’s adorned With trefoil liana round mirrors and knobs On the day of your dowry’s prize For you! For you alone! My Dear! Down in the lowlands shut in fear! “ © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
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