Poems of Eugene O'Neill
|1.||A Regular Sort of a Guy||1/3/2003|
|2.||Even as a child||1/3/2003|
|4.||It's Great When You Get In||1/3/2003|
|7.||Villanelle of Ye Young Poet's First Villanelle to his Ladye and Ye Difficulties Thereof||1/3/2003|
Weary am I of the tumult, sick of the staring crowd,
Pining for wild sea places where the soul may think aloud.
Fled is the glamour of cities, dead as the ghost of a dream,
While I pine anew for the tint of blue on the breast of the old Gulf Stream.
I have had my dance with Folly, nor do I shirk the blame ;
I have sipped the so-called Wine of Life and paid the price of shame;
But I know that I shall find surcease, the rest my spirit craves,
Where the rainbows play in the flying s