Poems by Stallworthy Jon
From the Life
... tamorphosisof woman into horse: familiar headand satin flank, the bull's head garlandedwith entrails ...
The Girl from Zlot
... sleep,and kneeling, reading, weeping, tookher in his arms and to his jeep carried the girl from Zlot ...
Le Violon d'Ingres
... And did they then make music --as we would, I know,if you would be my celloand I could be your bow ...
My Last Mistress
... of war,so when Vallauris last July declaredme president of the corrida, I sharedthe honours with her ...
War Song of the Embattled Finns
... Snow inexhaustiblyfalling on snow! Those whomwe fight are so many,Finland so small,where shall we ever find roomto bury them all? ...
