“Bring Me an Axe and Spade…”

…from the quills of the dead white poets

William Blake (1757 – 1827)


Bring me an axe and spade,

Bring me a winding sheet;

When I my grave have made,

Let winds and tempests beat:

Then down I lie, as cold as clay.

True love doth pass away!

(A fragment from “Song”)

About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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