Paris Journal (James Douglas Morrison Poems)
So much forgotten alreadySo much forgottenSo much to forgetOnce the idea of purityborn, all was lostirrevocablyThe Black Musicianin a house ...
So much forgotten alreadySo much forgottenSo much to forgetOnce the idea of purityborn, all was lostirrevocablyThe Black Musicianin a house ...
Out here in the exact middle of the day,This strange, gawky house has the expressionOf someone being stared at, someone ...
Try to love everything that gets in your way:the Chinese women in flowered bathing capsmurmuring together in Mandarin, doing leg ...
Through horrors of land and horrors of seaBereft and wandering, Odysseus,God-fearing wretch, sought Ithaca;Unfaltering, he plunged into the gloom of ...
At nine fifteen a.m. on the first day of his eighty- first year. Why don't I first-person myself? I was ...
Father, one summer I was seven,on a Sunday, the usual dayfor miracles,you held me and my brotherall afternoonslapping the river.Told ...
And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In September or ...
The term "underwater" describing so well the start of the world so many of us, looking up at the surface ...
I am standing on a disused iron bridge that was erected in 1902, according to the iron plaque bolted into ...
A week before the Armistice, you died. They did not keep your heart like Livingstone's, then plant your bones near ...
It was the first gift he ever gave her, buying it for five five francs in the Galeries in pre-war ...
In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the ...
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