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 May 2019 MKB
Oscar Wilde
La Mer
 May 2019 MKB
Oscar Wilde
A white mist drifts across the shrouds,
A wild moon in this wintry sky
Gleams like an angry lion’s eye
Out of a mane of tawny clouds.

The muffled steersman at the wheel
Is but a shadow in the gloom;—
And in the throbbing engine-room
Leap the long rods of polished steel.

The shattered storm has left its trace
Upon this huge and heaving dome,
For the thin threads of yellow foam
Float on the waves like ravelled lace.
 May 2019 MKB
Oscar Wilde
Out of the mid-wood’s twilight
Into the meadow’s dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Faun!

He skips through the copses singing,
And his shadow dances along,
And I know not which I should follow,
Shadow or song!

O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain!
 May 2019 MKB
Oscar Wilde
 May 2019 MKB
Oscar Wilde
(To Sarah Bernhardt)

How vain and dull this common world must seem
To such a One as thou, who should’st have talked
At Florence with Mirandola, or walked
Through the cool olives of the Academe:
Thou should’st have gathered reeds from a green stream
For Goat-foot Pan’s shrill piping, and have played
With the white girls in that Phaeacian glade
Where grave Odysseus wakened from his dream.

Ah! surely once some urn of Attic clay
Held thy wan dust, and thou hast come again
Back to this common world so dull and vain,
For thou wert weary of the sunless day,
The heavy fields of scentless asphodel,
The loveless lips with which men kiss in Hell.
it's meaner,
a scene of mayhem,
the mantra of tantrums assault my ears.
is the place full of worry and fears.

Over there,
it's cleaner,
the grass is lush and much greener
a scene of tranquility and harmony.

No harm in me looking or booking a day trip,
and the trolls are back
under the bridge
on the attack.

They laugh at tranquility,guffaw at harmony
and they're out to get me,
that's what I see.

This scene is a set but I'll get there yet,over the bridge,through the long grass or I'll pass away in the trying,
because dying has got to be better than this.
 Mar 2013 MKB
zen and business
 Mar 2013 MKB
Executives smile
before they pull out the knife -
stressful way of life.
 Feb 2013 MKB
James Joyce
Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.

Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead, and how
In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now.
 Feb 2013 MKB
A. E. Housman
Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.

Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.
 Feb 2013 MKB
Claude McKay
I must not gaze at them although
Your eyes are dawning day;
I must not watch you as you go
Your sun-illumined way;

I hear but I must never heed
The fascinating note,
Which, fluting like a river reed,
Comes from your trembing throat;

I must not see upon your face
Love's softly glowing spark;
For there's the barrier of race,
You're fair and I am dark.
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