Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Creator of the Ice-Worm Cocktail
Though our current literary establishment continues to lift its collective nose at the poetry of Robert Service, his poems continue to delight new readers and his books continue to fly off the shelf.
September
I, from a window where the Meuse is wide,
Looked eastward out to the September night;
The men that in the hopeless battle died
The Donkey
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
Threnody for the Departing Year
“Attend, my gentle brethren of the Weald,
Whom now the frozen field
Does with his caking shell your labour spurn,
And turn your shares and turn
Your cattle homeward to their lazy byres;”