Songs of a Sourdough
Here in the 21st Century -- on the cusp of the Singularity -- does anyone read Robert Service any more?
"There are strange things done in the midnight sun . . . ."
How about Hugh Antoine d'Arcy?
. . . . did you ever see a girl, for whom your soul you'd give,
With a form like Venus De Milo, too beautiful to live,
With eyes that would beat the Koh-i-noor,
And a wealth of chestnut hair?
"There are strange things done in the midnight sun . . . ."
How about Hugh Antoine d'Arcy?
. . . . did you ever see a girl, for whom your soul you'd give,
With a form like Venus De Milo, too beautiful to live,
With eyes that would beat the Koh-i-noor,
And a wealth of chestnut hair?
Labels: Poetry
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