SCRIPTUS INTERRUPTUS

  The floor of Salomon's Palace was made  of the most transparent glass. The Queen of Sheba- when visiting the Palace for the first time...

  The thrill of all loves passes like the lingering warmth of hot springs. The trill of the blue nightingale  in Paradise is everlasting. On...

  Stay golden, mind of mine, you did well. Stay in that pensive mood of the sea glittering at early morning. Be the soft susurrus of the rai...

  In high spring the apples shine onto the pathways leading  to the yellow seaside of Devon. The cows wistfully lowing about the crows over ...

  I Forlorn in London with no Virginia melancholy descends on me: I miss when she folds a green shawl around her shoulders like a peacock pr...

  "She never looked like Sappho"* I Take me dear Vita from London to Bagdag not to Sevenoaks. Motor me along in that car so blue a...

  There are no more pedestrian muses  strolling by. Now they roam about  in trendy scooters  and don't give a damn  to solitary poets  w...