to begin, and no matter how deconstructed the form, in a collection of sonnetsit is somewhat unavoidable that the reader may expect to interpret a love poem. What I mean by this is that said love poem may not necessarily be some overtor passionate elucidation rather may contain yearning, an object of desire, the whimContinue reading “Scott Lilley: sonnet simp”
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