Extracted from The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore, Collected by Himself with Explanatory Notes. As by the shore, at break of day, A vanquished chief expiring lay, Upon the sands, with broken sword, He traced his farewell to the free; And there the last unfinished word He dying wrote, was “Liberty!” At night a sea-bird shrieked the knell Of… Read more →
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Any System
Any system you contrive without us will be brought down We warned you before and nothing that you built has stood Hear it as you lean over your blueprint Hear it as you roll up your sleeve Hear it once again Any system you contrive without us will be brought down You have your drugs You have your guns You… Read more →
Last Call
And so we’ve had another night Of poetry and poses And each man knows he’ll be alone When the sacred ginmill closes. And so we’ll drink the final glass Each to his joy and sorrow And hope the numbing drink will last ‘Till opening tomorrow. And when we stumble back again Like paralytic dancers Each knows the question he must… Read more →
An old wine softens old regrets
I mentioned in an earlier post that I had been delighted to find a whole bunch of Santayana stuff at archive.org, including a poetry collection I was unfamiliar with. Well, while in Boston, I’ve been using stolen moments to work my way through that collection. I haven’t made much headway with the initial sections–there’s a two-part 80-pager there that will… Read more →
The Kasîdah of Hâjî Abdû El-Yezdî
Years ago I read through Philip José Farmer‘s Riverworld books. Those of you who have read them will recall that Richard BurtonWikipedia entry (along with lots of other historical personages) played a pretty big role in the series. One of the indirect results of my doing that reading was that I was driven to find a copy of Burton‘s “Kasîdah“,… Read more →
