I
OK into my glass, And view my wasting skin, And say, "Would God it came to pass My heart had shrunk as thin
" For then,
I, undistrest By hearts grown cold to me, Could lonely wait my endless rest With equanimity...
Methinks I see you, newly
From your embroider'd Bed and pissing,
With studied mien and much grimace,
Present yourself before your glass,
Only let it form within his hands once more - The moment cradled like a brandy glass
Sitting alone in the empty dining hall… From the chandeliers the snow begins to fall Piling around carafes and table legs And chokes the passage of the revol...
A boat, beneath a sunny
Lingering onward
In an evening of July —Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing
To Vivian SmithA child one summer's evening soakeda glass jar in the reeling sunhoping to keep, when day was doneand all the sun's disciples cloakedin dream and darkness from his passion fled,this host, this pulse of light beside his bed
Wrap...
The lanky hank of a she in the inn over
Nearly killed me for asking the loan of a glass of beer:
May the devil grip the whey-faced slut by the
And beat bad manners out of her skin for a year
Three bushmen one morning rode up to an inn,
And one of them called for the drinks with a grin;
They'd only returned from a trip to the North,
And, eager to greet them, the landlord came forth
When you get what you want in your struggle for selfand the world makes you king for a
Just go to the mirror and look at yourselfand see what that man has to
For it isn't your father or mother or wifewho judgment upon you must
The f...
When I look into the looking glass I'm always sure to see -No matter how I dodge about - Me, looking out at me
I often wonder as I look, And those strange features spy,
If I, in there, think I'm as plain As I, out here, think I
I asked for much; I received much.
I asked for much; I received little, I received
next to nothing.
And between? A few umbrellas opened indoors.
Glass was the Street - in Tinsel Peril
Tree and Traveller stood.
Filled was the Air with merry venture
Hearty with Boys the Road.
I
I can hear little clicks inside my dream.
Night drips its silver tap
down the back.