David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget Poems
|362.||Palaces Of Glass||9/27/2007|
|365.||Passenger From Childhood||9/18/2005|
|367.||Pen And Ink||9/18/2005|
|371.||Play The Man...||1/13/2013|
|372.||Poems Beyond The Grave||4/24/2009|
|376.||Pu Tong Hua||4/5/2006|
|379.||Rag & Reed||4/2/2009|
|380.||Raising The Demon||2/5/2013|
|384.||Red Sky Warning||9/18/2005|
|387.||Reprise Of The Fire Dweller||8/17/2013|
|388.||Return Of The Wanderer||2/20/2015|
|389.||Return To The Light That Failed||8/14/2014|
|390.||Riding The Wenzhou Bus||2/27/2006|
|392.||Robbing The Tomb||1/15/2010|
Her hair was as black as a starling's tail,
Her cheeks as pale as a swan,
Her eyes, like two slim moonstones, glowed
And her mouth was the Holy Grail.
She'd played in the dirt of the village street
So long ago, so long...
She'd swum in the pools of the mountain stream,
But now, that girl had gone.
While I still rise with the early bird
To tend to my father's fields,
As the only son of an only son
I watched the woman leave.
She cried sweet tears as she said farewell
And vowed to come back, and soon,
But the village streets of a western ...
The Dragon Ship
I knew she was Scandinavian
With those plaits in her flaxen hair,
And her eyes were such a brilliant blue
They were quite beyond compare,
I’d watch her make her way to the beach
Down the stony clifftop way,
But didn’t know she was waiting for him
Till I saw them come that day.