M
MAN
Guest
"Sea green eyes and golden tresses
Light a Grecian maiden's face
Child of Pericles's city;
Sadness of young years confesses
Lending her a native grace
And she demands no pity."
This was to a friend of mine in Athens. It's not finished yet.
I want to try and get published when I have a collection of a few hundred poems... am I good enough?
Here's another stanza I wrote, unrelated:
"Have far and wide enough about the Soul
I journeyed by my Mortal Mind to see
The tributaries that had guided me
Impoverish inside a miry shoal?
Has amply taken been my journey's toll
On Head and Heart of mine for me to be
Absurd Quixote or a debauchee?
My mended inner shreds do not make a whole."
Light a Grecian maiden's face
Child of Pericles's city;
Sadness of young years confesses
Lending her a native grace
And she demands no pity."
This was to a friend of mine in Athens. It's not finished yet.
I want to try and get published when I have a collection of a few hundred poems... am I good enough?
Here's another stanza I wrote, unrelated:
"Have far and wide enough about the Soul
I journeyed by my Mortal Mind to see
The tributaries that had guided me
Impoverish inside a miry shoal?
Has amply taken been my journey's toll
On Head and Heart of mine for me to be
Absurd Quixote or a debauchee?
My mended inner shreds do not make a whole."