Category Archives: poetry
if i should die, think only this of me:
in restless dreams i walked alone…
‘neath the halo of a street lamp,
i turned my collar to the cold and damp,
when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
that split the night
and touched the sound of silence.
blinded alike from sunshine and from rain
By the dusk curtains – ’twas a midnight charm
Impossible to melt as iced stream:
The lustrous salvers in the moonlight gleam;
Broad golden fringe upon the carpet lies.
It seemed he never, never could redeem
From such a steadfast spell his lady’s eyes;
So mused awhile, entoiled in woofed fantasies.
how to dress the misery in fit magnificence
At the mere touch of cold philosophy?
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull catalogue of common things.
Philosophy will clip an Angel’s wings,
Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine –
Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made
The tender-personed Lamia melt into a shade.
