Wednesday, August 5, 2015

MIDSUMMER By Sydney King Russell

I keep flashing back to the poems I read, memorized and loved in jr. high school that began my poetry journey.  And as I was hunting down this gem, I found a sneaky little bitch who'd totally plagiarized it and signed her name to it.  It should be a felony to rip off another's poems.  

I'm reading a good summer tome, "The Little Paris Bookshop" by Nina George.  "The main character, Monsieur Perdu, calls himself a literary apothecary.  From his floating bookstore in a barge on the Seine, he prescribes novels for the hardships of life..."  ~from the book jacket.

My dream life used to be living on a boat on any river, anywhere. But to do it and SELL BOOKS!!! Wow!  The great thing I discovered is that several people actually do sell books from their barges on the Thames. 

Love & Blessings,

"Who can tell the dancer from the dance?" ~Yeats

By Sydney King Russell

You loved me for a little,
Who could not love me long;
You gave me wings of gladness
And lent my spirit song.

You loved me for an hour
But only with your eyes;
Your lips I could not capture
By storm or by surprise.

Your mouth that I remember
With rush of sudden pain
As one remembers starlight
Or roses after rain . . .

Out of a world of laughter
Suddenly I am sad. . . .
Day and night it haunts me,
The kiss I never had.

1 comment:

Serena said...

Selling books on a boat on a river -- wouldn't that be something?!

Love that poem, can't imagine the gall of someone stealing it and claiming it as their own!