Category: Poetry
O my fellow sufferers, songs of my youth, A lot of asses praise you because you are “virile,” We, you, I! We are “Red Bloods”! Imagine it, my fellow sufferers-- Our maleness lifts us out of the ruck, Who’d have foreseen it?
O my fellow sufferers, songs of my youth, A lot of asses praise you because you are “virile,” We, you, I! We are “Red Bloods”! Imagine it, my fellow sufferers-- Our maleness lif...
2. Part 2I have fed your lar with poppies, I have adored you for three full years; And now you grumble because your dress does not fit And because I happen to say so.
3. Part 3The sea’s colour moves at the dawn And the princes still stand in rows, about the throne, And the moon falls over the portals of Sei-go-yo, And clings to the walls and the gate-...
4. Part 4Good “Hedgethorn,” for we’ll anglicize your name Until the last slut’s hanged and the last pig disemboweled, Seeing your wife is charming and your child Sings in the open meadow...