Who is better off? The one who writes to revel in the voluptuousness of the life that surrounds them? Or the one who writes to escape the tediousness of that which awaits them outside? Whose flame will last longer?
Roman PayneTag: books writing writers interview heroism writer escape publishing flame roman novelist heroic roman-payne novel-writing author-interview tediousness voluptuousness
Did I live the spring I’d sought?
It’s true in joy, I walked along,
took part in dance,
and sang the song.
and never tried to bind an hour
to my borrowed garden bower;
nor did I once entreat
a day to slumber at my feet.
Yet days aren’t lulled by lyric song,
like morning birds they pass along,
o’er crests of trees, to none belong;
o’er crests of trees of drying dew,
their larking flight, my hands, eschew
Thus I’ll say it once and true…
From all that I saw,
and everywhere I wandered,
I learned that time cannot be spent,
It only can be squandered.
Tag: poetry dance time living song spring verse roman soliloquy rhymes payne rhyming-verse poesie rooftop springtime
I like the posture, but not the yoga.
I like the inebriated morning, but not the opium. I like the flower but not the garden, the moment but not the dream. Quiet, my love. Be still. I am sleeping.
Tag: love poetry silence sleep dreams morning yoga moments flower garden roman quietness opium posture payne
It’s not that we have to quit
this life one day, but it’s how
many things we have to quit
all at once: music, laughter,
the physics of falling leaves,
automobiles, holding hands,
the scent of rain, the concept
of subway trains... if only one
could leave this life slowly!
Tag: death
Si je dois mourir dans cette belle vie, je veux que ça soit fait par tes belles mains.
Roman PayneTag: roman roman-payne la-mort la-beauté la-vie
May a man live well-enough and long-enough, to leave many joyful widows behind him.
Roman PayneTag: life men pleasure wives widows polygamy roman-payne
English:
Ô, take this eager dance you fool,
don’t brandish your stick at me.
I have several reasons to travel on,
on to the endless sea:
I have lost my love. I’ve drunk my purse.
My girl has gone, and left me rags to sleep upon.
These old man’s gloves conceal the hands with which I’ve killed but one!
Francais:
Idiot, prends cette danse ardente, au lieu de tendre ton bâton.
J'en ai des raisons de voyager encore sur la mer infinie:
J'ai perdu l'amour et j'ai bu ma bourse.
Ma belle m'a quitté, j'ai ses haillons pour m'abriter.
Mes gants de vieillard cachent les mains d'un fameux assassin!
Tag: poetry english roman payne francais roman-payne poesie the-basement-trains
We rode the basement trains all night, speeding through the subterrains. I held her chin in the cup of my hand and her eyes held tight to mine, imploring me to reveal to her the mystery of that which awaits us on the pavement above, come the day we ascend from this labyrinth of trains... 'We will ride these beautiful basement trains forever,' said I, 'nothing awaits us; and as your beauty folds, so do my dreams. Come, my love, let us wander these tunnels of the endless city. This holy, endless city!
Roman PayneTag: love payne roman-payne the-basement-trains
Be there a picnic for the devil,
an orgy for the satyr,
and a wedding for the bride.
Tag: devil poetry poem roman bride weddings satyrs payne roman-payne picnic
The birthing wolf,
Her heart fed with tenderness,
Gave forth from ripe brown nipples,
Food to feed the universe.
Tag: satire poem birth satirical wolf roman payne roman-payne hope-and-despair
« prima precedente
Pagina 4 di 11.
prossimo ultimo »
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.