Edward James Poems
- Medicate Me Medicate me with a peaceful pile of letters, ...
- Writer's Block I sit down peacefully with my book. Upon the ...
- A New Friend Shot in a night of impeccable ...
- Scratching And Screaming All the wonderful music, Wouldn’t ...
- Dreams Of Rage A grunt. A moan. An exaggerated sound of ...
- Armageddon And Angels I watched him land. He closed his ...
- A Riddle I told you this, And now you’re ill. With sharp ...
Edward William Frank James (1907–1984) was a British poet known for his patronage of the surrealist art movement.
Edward James was born on 16 August 1907, the only son of William James, an American railroad magnate who moved to England and married Evelyn Forbes, a Scots socialite, who was reputedly fathered by the Prince of Wales (later Edward VII). He had four older sisters: Audrey, ... more »
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''He is like a comedian who for over thirty years has been unable to think of any new jokes.''Edward James (1907-1984), British art collector, poet. quoted by George Melly in Observer (London, Dec. 4, 1988).
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Medicate me with a peaceful pile of letters,
And lead me on my way again.
You picked me up when I was down,
And you drowned me with your love again.
Compassion is what you are made up of,
And compassion brought me to live in sin.
Love brightens the darkened shadows in your garden,
That I’ve been pleading for you to let me in.
Winter is climbing quickly,
And laughing in my face again.
Loves are coming and going,
And your heart I will never win;
But you picked me up when I was down,
And you drowned me with friendship again.
I’m sick to know I’m ...