NaPoWriMo: Day 5

Today’s poem is by guest poet Percy Bysshe Shelley, because the early nineteenth century appears to have a great deal in common with the early twenty-first. “The Mask of Anarchy: Written on the Occasion of the Massacre at Manchester” 1 As I lay asleep in Italy There came a voice from over the Sea, And with great power it forth led me To walk in the visions of Poesy. 2 I met Murder on the way– He had a mask like Castlereagh– Very smooth he looked, yet grim; Seven blood-hounds followed him: 3 All were fat; and well they might … Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day 5

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