Memories of an Old Man in Exile
Who can bring me back the scent That was riding on the breeze By a fountain far away On an …
Who can bring me back the scent That was riding on the breeze By a fountain far away On an …
At every hour and more, from East and West And North and South and every in-between, From livid London’s every …
In the flower that wilts by the pane looking out On the garden that nurtured its bud; In the carrion …
A massive moon cast mournful red Upon the silent sea Where wandered, lost to land and hope, A pack of …
Once upon a golden neverWas — or not — a perfect landTo whose shores the sea danced gladly,Gently kissed the …
Lord Owen lay in far Cathay Upon a spread of faded red With open eyes that didn’t see The smoke-clad …