Prometheus
Incipit *
Was born
full of hope;
now I grope
forlorn.
Reflections *
Lullabylull.
Overhead
hangs a bright gull.
I lie dead.
Boaster *
Stood upright
all day;
then lay
still all night.
Prophecy *
In hours of bliss
(before I thought that I could die)
" were better to be dead " said I;
and so it is.
Piety *
My grave is decorated
with garlands made of beads.
Myself am overrated;
and simple are my needs.
Optimist
Too simply I took
the world as stated;
where nothing is straight,
and little crooked.
King *
The little stream flows slowly
in its narrow bed
beside the shrine where lowly
lies my lofty head.
Fool *
Considering the life I led,
the deeds I did, the things I said,
I came not hither a day too soon.
I miss the phases of the moon.
Prelate *
The rest of you enjoy the earth;
and drink the light, and taste the feast;
while I lie quietly deceased;
ordained to be so from my birth.
What a pity *
Men and boys are singing,
clouds and birds...
I am crouching, clinging,
wanting words.
Seaman
The facts fulfil
repeated wishes[.]
The superficies
is troubled still.
Laetitia
I feel so pretty
as here I lie,
and sure that Letty
will never die.
The door shuts of itself
They whine and slam,
the others; but
where now I am
the door is shut
Foresight *
They are building themselves
delectable dwellings
(for cooings and yellings)
with cupboards and shelves;
Oversight
Forgetting the shelf
and the cupboard designed
for the use of their kind
and expression of self.
Legstretcher *
Utterly done with roads to be trod,
all that the road beguiles,
only in fancy stepping abroad,
measuring miles on miles.
Summer holidays *
While others sit and count the waves
or watch the shining hours
I go not out to look at graves
and cows and sheets of flowers.
Deo gratias
How my eyes were filled with light.
How my ears were drunk with song.
With what tremulous delight
rippled perfumes on my tongue.
Barrowman *
If yet some shred of me remain
or axe or bowl prolong my tale
another finds and speeds the trail
beneath the sky, across the plain
Seasons *
Summer and winter as I lie
with the roof so near the floor
never have sung the larks so high
nor the trees so flowered before.
Prosit
Full, you say, as a child's eyes;
life as full as an English river.
Life, it's true, isn't all lies.
Brim it over, successful liver.
Incipit *
Was born
full of hope;
now I grope
forlorn.
Reflections *
Lullabylull.
Overhead
hangs a bright gull.
I lie dead.
Boaster *
Stood upright
all day;
then lay
still all night.
Prophecy *
In hours of bliss
(before I thought that I could die)
" were better to be dead " said I;
and so it is.
Piety *
My grave is decorated
with garlands made of beads.
Myself am overrated;
and simple are my needs.
Optimist
Too simply I took
the world as stated;
where nothing is straight,
and little crooked.
King *
The little stream flows slowly
in its narrow bed
beside the shrine where lowly
lies my lofty head.
Fool *
Considering the life I led,
the deeds I did, the things I said,
I came not hither a day too soon.
I miss the phases of the moon.
Prelate *
The rest of you enjoy the earth;
and drink the light, and taste the feast;
while I lie quietly deceased;
ordained to be so from my birth.
What a pity *
Men and boys are singing,
clouds and birds...
I am crouching, clinging,
wanting words.
Seaman
The facts fulfil
repeated wishes[.]
The superficies
is troubled still.
Laetitia
I feel so pretty
as here I lie,
and sure that Letty
will never die.
The door shuts of itself
They whine and slam,
the others; but
where now I am
the door is shut
Foresight *
They are building themselves
delectable dwellings
(for cooings and yellings)
with cupboards and shelves;
Oversight
Forgetting the shelf
and the cupboard designed
for the use of their kind
and expression of self.
Legstretcher *
Utterly done with roads to be trod,
all that the road beguiles,
only in fancy stepping abroad,
measuring miles on miles.
Summer holidays *
While others sit and count the waves
or watch the shining hours
I go not out to look at graves
and cows and sheets of flowers.
Deo gratias
How my eyes were filled with light.
How my ears were drunk with song.
With what tremulous delight
rippled perfumes on my tongue.
Barrowman *
If yet some shred of me remain
or axe or bowl prolong my tale
another finds and speeds the trail
beneath the sky, across the plain
Seasons *
Summer and winter as I lie
with the roof so near the floor
never have sung the larks so high
nor the trees so flowered before.
Prosit
Full, you say, as a child's eyes;
life as full as an English river.
Life, it's true, isn't all lies.
Brim it over, successful liver.
Was born
full of hope;
now I grope
forlorn.
Reflections *
Lullabylull.
Overhead
hangs a bright gull.
I lie dead.
Boaster *
Stood upright
all day;
then lay
still all night.
Prophecy *
In hours of bliss
(before I thought that I could die)
" were better to be dead " said I;
and so it is.
Piety *
My grave is decorated
with garlands made of beads.
Myself am overrated;
and simple are my needs.
Optimist
Too simply I took
the world as stated;
where nothing is straight,
and little crooked.
King *
The little stream flows slowly
in its narrow bed
beside the shrine where lowly
lies my lofty head.
Fool *
Considering the life I led,
the deeds I did, the things I said,
I came not hither a day too soon.
I miss the phases of the moon.
Prelate *
The rest of you enjoy the earth;
and drink the light, and taste the feast;
while I lie quietly deceased;
ordained to be so from my birth.
What a pity *
Men and boys are singing,
clouds and birds...
I am crouching, clinging,
wanting words.
Seaman
The facts fulfil
repeated wishes[.]
The superficies
is troubled still.
Laetitia
I feel so pretty
as here I lie,
and sure that Letty
will never die.
The door shuts of itself
They whine and slam,
the others; but
where now I am
the door is shut
Foresight *
They are building themselves
delectable dwellings
(for cooings and yellings)
with cupboards and shelves;
Oversight
Forgetting the shelf
and the cupboard designed
for the use of their kind
and expression of self.
Legstretcher *
Utterly done with roads to be trod,
all that the road beguiles,
only in fancy stepping abroad,
measuring miles on miles.
Summer holidays *
While others sit and count the waves
or watch the shining hours
I go not out to look at graves
and cows and sheets of flowers.
Deo gratias
How my eyes were filled with light.
How my ears were drunk with song.
With what tremulous delight
rippled perfumes on my tongue.
Barrowman *
If yet some shred of me remain
or axe or bowl prolong my tale
another finds and speeds the trail
beneath the sky, across the plain
Seasons *
Summer and winter as I lie
with the roof so near the floor
never have sung the larks so high
nor the trees so flowered before.
Prosit
Full, you say, as a child's eyes;
life as full as an English river.
Life, it's true, isn't all lies.
Brim it over, successful liver.
Incipit *
Was born
full of hope;
now I grope
forlorn.
Reflections *
Lullabylull.
Overhead
hangs a bright gull.
I lie dead.
Boaster *
Stood upright
all day;
then lay
still all night.
Prophecy *
In hours of bliss
(before I thought that I could die)
" were better to be dead " said I;
and so it is.
Piety *
My grave is decorated
with garlands made of beads.
Myself am overrated;
and simple are my needs.
Optimist
Too simply I took
the world as stated;
where nothing is straight,
and little crooked.
King *
The little stream flows slowly
in its narrow bed
beside the shrine where lowly
lies my lofty head.
Fool *
Considering the life I led,
the deeds I did, the things I said,
I came not hither a day too soon.
I miss the phases of the moon.
Prelate *
The rest of you enjoy the earth;
and drink the light, and taste the feast;
while I lie quietly deceased;
ordained to be so from my birth.
What a pity *
Men and boys are singing,
clouds and birds...
I am crouching, clinging,
wanting words.
Seaman
The facts fulfil
repeated wishes[.]
The superficies
is troubled still.
Laetitia
I feel so pretty
as here I lie,
and sure that Letty
will never die.
The door shuts of itself
They whine and slam,
the others; but
where now I am
the door is shut
Foresight *
They are building themselves
delectable dwellings
(for cooings and yellings)
with cupboards and shelves;
Oversight
Forgetting the shelf
and the cupboard designed
for the use of their kind
and expression of self.
Legstretcher *
Utterly done with roads to be trod,
all that the road beguiles,
only in fancy stepping abroad,
measuring miles on miles.
Summer holidays *
While others sit and count the waves
or watch the shining hours
I go not out to look at graves
and cows and sheets of flowers.
Deo gratias
How my eyes were filled with light.
How my ears were drunk with song.
With what tremulous delight
rippled perfumes on my tongue.
Barrowman *
If yet some shred of me remain
or axe or bowl prolong my tale
another finds and speeds the trail
beneath the sky, across the plain
Seasons *
Summer and winter as I lie
with the roof so near the floor
never have sung the larks so high
nor the trees so flowered before.
Prosit
Full, you say, as a child's eyes;
life as full as an English river.
Life, it's true, isn't all lies.
Brim it over, successful liver.
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