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Ma Vie
Ma Vie Je lis, je réflechis, j’écris Presque chaque jour et nuit; Car prose et poésie si chère Font maintenant ma carrière. My Life I read, consider and then write Almost every day and night; For prose and precious poetry […]
My Arrow
My Arrow Great Shakespeare and bright Keats – immortal pair Of bards, the purest poets ever known – The world’s bereft now that your skills have flown. When next will genius such as yours arise To scintillate […]
Alone
Alone ‘I stood and stand alone’. (Byron: Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage) Alone I stand: Alone I think. My heart, worn by its constant load Of love and anger, pride and fear, Labours to do its best for me As I increase […]
Sleep
Sleep Come, gentle Sleep, and kiss my fevered brow. Empty my mind of its tempestuous thoughts. Then, in the comfort of your silent courts Of calm contentment where cool breezes blow, Cradle me closely in your loving arms. […]
Agony and Ecstasy
Agony and Ecstasy Each poem that I write Is forced from me By agony or ecstasy!. Not day nor night Makes any difference To tortured sense; For, when compulsion comes to me, I cannot fight The agony, the ecstasy!. Who’s no true poet may Not pay this fee […]
Incubus
Incubus Upon my back all day, all night, he clings Immovable as fabled Sindbad’s Old Man of the Sea; arms strangle-gripped around My neck, legs locked about my loins. He goads Me on to write whether I wish or no; Torments […]
Avoca
Avoca We made a pilgrimage to see the place Which has been, always, deep within her mind, My darling’s home and haven of repose. There, at the ‘Meeting of the Waters’, we Stood together and drew into our […]
Never!
Never Once I knew a pretty woman, Lovely as a fresh Spring dawn; Fragrant as a balmy flower; Sweeter far than honey of the bee. Her I loved with fierce emotion; Loved her with consuming fervour; Loved her tenderly. […]
Moon-Ship
Moon-Ship As lovely as those stately craft which once would slide Across vast, then-uncharted seas, so you can glide Upon the star-flecked unprospected firmament. This very night I watched you as you gently spent An age-long, […]
Do Not Be Jealous
Do Not Be Jealous Do not be jealous of my Poetry; She’s not my mistress, but my daughter sired, (In hope’s delight and despair’s agony), By inspiration’s fragile, fitful fire. So, if she sometimes occupies my hours And wriggles in between the […]