a vision

[cacian]

the heart
the moon
the rivers
the soon
they shine a noon
your eyes can tune
then rest on dunes
and turn to stroon

the waves
the lune
the sea
the sand
they turn a smile
on poseidon's isle
to an honoury wine
to sip its sile
its richeness mild
is pleasures of mine

[Emil Miller]

the heart
the moon
the rivers
the soon
they shine a noon
your eyes can tune
then rest on dunes
and turn to stroon

the waves
the lune
the sea
the sand
they turn a smile
on poseidon's isle
to an honoury wine
to sip its sile
its richeness mild
is pleasure of mine

Another one for my collection.

[cacian]

Emil I thank you very much.
I am indeed very flattered.

[Emil Miller]

Emil I thank you very much.
I am indeed very flattered.

There is something Joycean about them as per this from Finnegan's Wake:

A way a lone a last a loved a long the / riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.

But let's not forget the echos of T S Eliot as well as shown b y this extract from The Wasteland :


“Trams and dusty trees.

Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew

Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees

Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.“

“My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart

Under my feet. After the event

He wept. He promised ‘a new start.’

I made no comment. What should I resent?”

On Margate Sands.

I can connect

Nothing with nothing.

The broken finger-nails of dirty hands.

My people humble people who expect

Nothing.”

[cacian]

Wow Emill these are beautiful pieces indeed.
Finegan's Wake is lovely.
Interesting about TS Eliot. Deeply religious almost prophetic are his lines. It is a neat style.
I was also just discussing 'HE WEPT' in a different forum.
Thank you for posting this. Very much appreciated.

[Emil Miller]

Wow Emill these are beautiful pieces indeed.
Finegan's Wake is lovely.
Interesting about TS Eliot. Deeply religious almost prophetic are his lines. It is a neat style.
I was also just discussing 'HE WEPT' in a different forum.
Thank you for posting this. Very much appreciated.

Ah yes, dear old T.S Eliot who, when he wasn't writing in Greek or Italian, was a dab hand in English as The Wasteland shows:


When Lil’s husband got demobbed, I said,

I didn’t mince my words, I said to her myself,

HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME

Now Albert’s coming back, make yourself a bit smart.

He’ll want to know what you done with that money he gave you

To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.

You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,

He said, I swear, I can’t bear to look at you.

And no more can’t I, I said, and think of poor Albert,

He’s been in the army four years, he wants a good time,

And if you don’t give it him, there’s others will, I said.

Oh is there, she said. Something o’ that, I said.

Then I’ll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look