O strange face there in the glass!
O ribald company, O saintly host,
O sorrow-swept my fool,
What answer? O ye myriad
That strive and play and pass,
Jest, challenge, counterlie!
I?I?I?
And ye?
[author?]
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But I am but a nameless sort of person
(A broken Dandy lately on my travels)
And take for rhyme, to hook my rambling verse on,
The first that Walker's Lexicon unravels
- George Gordon, Lord Byron
----- Original Message -----
From: "Douglas Barbour" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Friday, April 03, 2009 5:16 PM
Subject: Re: poems by others
> Oh, yes,
>
> And then I begin to think of our Performing Selves, just who (& how old
> is he) am I putting on for you today?
>
> Often curmudgeonly, yells at things, & is really really pissed that he
> can't remember names & many words when he needs them....
>
> Doug
> On 3-Apr-09, at 9:10 AM, Martin Walker wrote:
>
>> [THE OLD MAN] The old man In the mirror Startles Me But the young man In
>> the photograph Is stranger Still.
>>
>> George Oppen
>> _______________________________________
>> But I am but a nameless sort of person
>> (A broken Dandy lately on my travels)
>> And take for rhyme, to hook my rambling verse on,
>> The first that Walker's Lexicon unravels
>>
>> - George Gordon, Lord Byron
>>
>
> Douglas Barbour
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>
> http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/
>
> Latest books:
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>
> It's always night or we wouldn't need light.
>
> Thelonious Monk
