David Lewis Paget

Silver Star - 3,430 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

961. Woman In Black 11/4/2012
962. Woman In Child 9/18/2005
963. Woman Of Stone 3/15/2012
964. Wood Men 1/25/2013
965. Words 9/30/2005
966. Would He Even Know Me Now? 3/4/2008
967. Wrong Mountain! 12/18/2014
968. Wry! 11/6/2009
969. Www. 6/9/2008
970. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
971. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
972. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
973. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
974. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
975. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
976. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
977. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
978. Zombie 4/13/2013
979. Zorga's Gate 7/27/2013
Best Poem of David Lewis Paget

Swan Song

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 ...

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‘I died early, ’ said the Spirit,
‘So I didn’t have the chance to learn,
And though I don’t exactly burn
With envy for your thirty years,
It’s such a pity dying young,
The pleasures of a youth, unsung…
For all I left behind of me
Were memories of my mother’s pain
In birth and death,

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