Tag Archives: Dramatist

Poem – A Song

Sitting at His table one day, God and the devil a game did play; Hated humanity was at stake; Well, the first picked Bonaparte; The other drew, and for his part, ‘Twas Mastai that he did take. Impoverished abbey, thin … Continue reading

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Poem – June Nights

In summer, when day has fled, the plain covered with flowers Pours out far away an intoxicating scent; Eyes shut, ears half open to noises, We only half sleep in a transparent slumber. The stars are purer, the shade seems … Continue reading

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Poem – Letter

You can see it already: chalks and ochers; Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines; Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery; Sporadic haystacks standing on the grass; Smoky old rooftops tarnishing the landscape; A river (not Cayster or Ganges, though: A … Continue reading

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Poem – Ballad About Drinking

We had slaughtered a hundred white whales, civilization was quite forgotten, our lungs were burned out from smoking shag, but on sighting port we blew out our chests like barrels and began to speak to one another politely, and with … Continue reading

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Poem – Being Late

Something dangerous is beginning: I am coming late to my own self. I made an appointment with my thoughts- the thoughts were snatched from me. I made an appointment with Faulkner- but they made me go to a banquet. I … Continue reading

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Poem – Humor

Tsars, Kings, Emperors, sovereigns of all the earth, have commanded many a parade, but they could not command humor. When Aesop, the tramp, came visiting the palaces of eminent personages ensconced in sleek comfort all day, they struck him as … Continue reading

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Poem – The Mail Cutter

The ice had not even begun to break, no boat could possibly sail yet, but the letters lay in a pile at the post office, with all their requests and instructions. Among them trying vainly to leave, in the scrawls … Continue reading

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