Category: Poetry
The Judgement of Valhalla
Up from the fret of the earth-world, through the Seven Circles of Flame, With the seven holes in Its tunic for sign of the death-in-shame, To the little gate of Valhalla the coward-spirit came.
Chapters
1. Part 1
Up from the fret of the earth-world, through the Seven Circles of Flame, With the seven holes in Its tunic for sign of the death-in-shame, To the little gate of Valhalla the cow...
2. Part 2_Have_ you forgotten? you who dine to-night In comfort at the Carlton or Savoy. (Lord, but I’d like a dart at that myself-- Oysters, _crême_ something, sole _vin blanc_, a bird,...
3. Part 3Such as--in land of Taj Mahal and mugger, Where girls book weeks ahead their supper dances-- Screens some pale flirt, some lad who yearns to hug her, From the brown _khitmatghar...