by Robin Bloor | Jul 14, 2019 | Poetry
And death shall have no dominion. Dead man naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon; When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, They shall have stars at elbow and foot; Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they...
by Robin Bloor | Jul 14, 2019 | Poetry, Postings by Robin Bloor
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Why feed’st these rebel powers that thee array? Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?...
by Robin Bloor | Jul 14, 2019 | Poetry
This is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images Are raised, here they receive The supplication of a dead man’s hand Under the twinkle of a fading star. ~ T S...
by Robin Bloor | Jul 14, 2019 | Poetry
Give me Nepenthe With the lulling eyes To shut away the world! To sleep, to dream, And in this clover-scented air Slip through imprisoning Time And find my Spirit free! Alas, not thus Shalt thou escape from Time. Thou wilt return again And yet again...
