The poet's business is not to save the soul of man but to make it worth saving.
And some to Meccah turn to pray, and I toward thy bed, Yasmin. - James Elroy Flecker
And some to Meccah turn to pray, and I toward thy bed, Yasmin.
- James Elroy Flecker
Half to forget the wandering and pain, Half to remember days that have gone by, And dream and dream that I am home again! - James Elroy Flecker
Half to forget the wandering and pain, Half to remember days that have gone by, And dream and dream that I am home again!
For pines are gossip pines the wide world through And full of runic tales to sigh or sing. - James Elroy Flecker
For pines are gossip pines the wide world through And full of runic tales to sigh or sing.
For lust of knowing what should not be known, we take the Golden Road to Samarkand. - James Elroy Flecker
For lust of knowing what should not be known, we take the Golden Road to Samarkand.
We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, We Poets of the proud old lineage Who sing to find your hear… - James Elroy Flecker
We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, We Poets of the proud old lineage Who sing to find your hear…
For the spear was a desert physician, That cured not a few of ambition, And drave not a few to perdition, With medicine bitter and strong. - James Elroy Flecker
For the spear was a desert physician, That cured not a few of ambition, And drave not a few to perdition, With medicine bitter and strong.
When the great markets by the sea shut fastAll that calm Sunday that goes on and on:When even lovers find their peace at last,And Earth is but a star… - James Elroy Flecker
When the great markets by the sea shut fastAll that calm Sunday that goes on and on:When even lovers find their peace at last,And Earth is but a star…
I have seen old ships sail like swans asleep. - James Elroy Flecker
I have seen old ships sail like swans asleep.
A ship, an isle, a sickle moon With few but with how splendid stars The mirrors of the sea are strewn Between their silver bars! - James Elroy Flecker
A ship, an isle, a sickle moon With few but with how splendid stars The mirrors of the sea are strewn Between their silver bars!
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