Adam scrivain, if evere it thee bifalle Boece or Troilus for to writen newe, Under thy longe lokkes thou moste have the scalle, But after my making thou write more trewe, So ofte a day I moot thy werk renewe, It to correcte, and eek to rubbe and scrape; And al is thurgh thy necligence and rape. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MEMORY by HAYDEN CARRUTH LETHE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOMEBODY LOVED ME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RETURN (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CLAY BISON IN A CAVE by CLARENCE MAJOR |