“Fill a Glass…”

…from the quills of the dead white poets

William Ernest Henley 1849 -1903


Fill a glass with golden wine,Henley.W.E

And the while your lips are wet

Set your perfume unto mine,

And forget.

Every kiss we take and give

Leaves us less of life to live.

Yet again! Your whim and mine

In a happy while have met.

All your sweets to me resign,

Nor regret

That we press with every breath,

Sighed or singing, nearer death.


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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