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Kindle Help, I need a Kindle For my books are on a spindle Meticulously stacked on a shelve So neat, it must have been the work of an elf However these are the modern times Where the bell not tolls but chimes I doubt any elf rhymes While dusting books in vintage soukhs For the…

I was there with you Upon the steps of the cathedral In the twilight Dripping of Christ Of the stars, Of the sun. I was there with you Upon the sand Waves of foam crashing at our heels. What has come has gone to the sky. And, what has come of it? Nothing short of…

Play me through Pan’s pipes To soft, from memories fall In haunting echoes of desire. Pan lives! His magick reeds yet call Lover’s wings to even higher ecstasies Than Love’s brief flight… And sighs refrain its mist and fire. Pan is the song of Love’s delight That plays through lover’s memories In measure eternal. Play…

I’m tired. Much too depleted for this, too spent for Love’s antics, I know why the task is left to the young, who are forever in pursuit of the next Big Adventure, while I sigh in contemplation with the complacence of middle-age. Too much passion has worn me thin; too many years of dwelling in…

Poem written in Dutch, in remembrance of my father (1927-2010) also to be found in the local undertaker’s portfolio of suitable poems Pa, Je leven begon even voor de jaren dertig Als kleuter was je toen drie Aan de hand van Bomma Victorine Ging je graag naar tekenfilms zien. Met Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck en…