Here’s a curious likeness that was probably observed soon after Mallarmé’s celebrated sonnet “Le vierge, le vivace et le bel aujourd’hui . . .” was published, and repeatedly since then—as, latterly, by me. The poet knew his Shakespeare, whose pirate Lieutenant opens the fourth act of Henry VI part 2 with the structurally similar line […]
The Duke and the Swan
Trop souvent mes larmes sont tombéesGoutte à goutte sur mon chemisier.Larmes d’une femme sans terreQui marche, qui erreLà où j’ai jeté mes regards,Dans ce lointain paysBien plus loin que le phare,Où tu meurs, où tu vis.Au rythme de mes tendres penséesSur la crête des vagues qui encore moutonnent,Je te rejoins à chaque marée,Dans cet amour […]
Le bonheur m’appartient – Happiness belongs to me
Je me croyais seule Emportée dans mes songes.Je me sentais veuleAvec ces idées qui me rongent. Pourtant, avec ce soleilJe découvrais une ombreComme la mienne, pareilleMais plus sombre. Dois-je me retourner Où simplementContinuer de rêverQue tu es avec moi en ce momentJuste derrière moiAttendant je ne sais quoiPour me prendre dans tes brasEt m’aimer comme […]
Aime-moi comme autrefois – Love me like before
Reading Chinese poetry
Ideograms dance before
Eyes like inky kids
Sleepy, time, time
Forgotten music from years
Long, long in the past
Retreat everywhere! Practical June
Will look at blackouts.
Learn from the opportunity-
You will make material poems
Regularly and utterly fascinating.
Under deep metal with Philip
Discover magical humans
Trace the dazzling and dark consequences
In various homeland hotspots as did
Parson, Goethe, Blake and Marie Curie
Cornish ghost landscapes erupt at Falmouth-
Talk about inspiration!
Convince Cornish writers to paint!
Short ghosts here costing £6
Penzance legends at the Pixel
Linda has books and local visitors and time lords,
Including Sir Humphry Davy
Pirates and St Anthony.
Unlock the power of the unconscious
With Jenny.
Write a regular modern mass app
Experience and chance a random walk non-fiction encounter.
I’ve just translated a couple of Cavafy’s poems, both on historical themes. The first one is a fictional tomb inscription for a young Alexandrian youth called Iasis; Iasis’s tomb Here lie I, Iasis, a youth of this great cityfamed for his beauty.Wise men admired me and also thoughtless,ordinary people. I’m equally glad for both of […]
Two poems of Cavafy’s
The air hangs heavy in here, emotions swirl like ghosts, untouched and silent. As I enter this graveyard; a forgotten graveyard of gardens, these wilted plants stand solemn sentinel, bringing back memories long buried. Some flowers ache with broken promises, their petals curled like lips that never spoke the truth. Others hang heavy with bonds […]
A Garden Of Wilted Flowers
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