David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget Poems
|121.||Dance With The Devil||9/27/2014|
|127.||Dead Man's Eyes||1/2/2015|
|129.||Death Is Stalking...||5/9/2013|
|130.||Death Of An Airman||9/30/2005|
|131.||Death Whispers In My Ear||8/24/2012|
|137.||Dinner For Two||7/22/2012|
|138.||Distance Never Lies!||9/28/2014|
|139.||Do What You Will.||9/27/2007|
|141.||Does She Stalk Pathways||9/17/2005|
|142.||Dong Tou Dao||12/28/2007|
|143.||Don'T Come Here Anymore!||12/2/2014|
|144.||Don'T Let Me Die In China, Lord!||5/21/2006|
|148.||Down & Out!||3/18/2013|
|149.||Dr. Horcas Quintessential Gypsy Merry-Go-Round||6/10/2013|
|159.||Early Morning Call||9/18/2005|
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 ...
‘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,