David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 6,198 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1081. Wrong Mountain! 12/18/2014
1082. Wry! 11/6/2009
1083. Www. 6/9/2008
1084. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
1085. Yellow Moss 8/15/2016
1086. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
1087. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
1088. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
1089. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
1090. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
1091. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
1092. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
1093. Zombie 4/13/2013
1094. 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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