Author Archives: Paul Jacko

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.

The Seafarer

…from the quills of the dead white poets Marina Tsvetaeva (1892 – 1941) 1923 Rock me down, o starry skiff! My head tired from waves, so stiff! Very long I look for abode, – My head tired from passions, hot: … Continue reading

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You felons on trial in courts

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) You felons on trial in courts, You convicts in prison-cells, you sentenced assassins chain’d and handcuff’d with iron, Who am I too that I am not on … Continue reading

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Domove,domove…

…from the quills of the dead white poets Karel Toman (1877 – 1946) V divokou vřavu světa hlas domova se ozval zádumčivě. Pěšinkou, která nikdy nezaroste vyšel jsem hledat rodný dům. A topoly a lípa šuměly posud nad ztemnělou střechou, … Continue reading

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Beginning my studies

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) Beginning my studies the first step pleas’d me so much, The mere fact consciousness, these forms, the power of motion, The least insect or animal, the senses,eyesight … Continue reading

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Elephants gone

P a u l J a c k o Anybody with deeper than pecuniary or culinary interest in animals may be peeved by the increasingly more and more “correct” medial “reporting” (perhaps better described as eco-fabrications), of animals; domesticated, feral, … Continue reading

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Teddy Bear

…from the quills of the dead white poets Robert William Service (1874 – 1958) O Teddy Bear! with your head awry And your comical twisted smile, You rub your eyes – do you wander why You’ve slept such a long, … Continue reading

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Po letech

…from the quills of the dead white poets Ivan Sabinov Děvčátko tichoučké s milýma očima až budeš po letech obracet tento list, až mládí uteče, jak horská bystřina, pak vzpomeň, kdo chtěl dát srdéčku kdysi jíst… Až vlásky zbělají, až … Continue reading

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The Means to attain a Happy Life

…from the quills of the dead white poets Henry Howard (c.1517 -1547) My friend, the things that do attain The happy life be these, I find; The riches left, not got with pain; The fruitful ground, the quiet mind; The … Continue reading

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Demaskovaná láska

…from the quills of the dead white poets František Gellner (1881 -1914) Dobře jsem jedl a dobře jsem pil navečer ve Pšorboji a v noci jsem se nasytil smyslnou láskou tvojí. Tvá malá ramena líbal jsem něžně znova a znova. … Continue reading

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God’s mills

 P a u l J a c k o Some readers ask whether there is any reason for more and more infrequent posting. Yes, there is. We do not like to repeat ourselves, as opposed to the people who are … Continue reading

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To His Love (i)

…from the quills of the dead white poets Edmund Spenser (1552 – 1599) Mark when she smiles with amiable cheer, And tell me whereto can ye liken it: When one each eyelid sweetly do appear An hundred graces as in … Continue reading

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“I Know the Only Truth…”

  …from the quills of the dead white poets Marina Tsvetaeva (1892 – 1941) 1915 I know the only truth! The others – cast aside! There’s no need for the men of Earth to fight with others! Look, there’s the … Continue reading

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to my love

…from the quills of the dead white poets Edmund Spenser (1552 – 1599) One day I wrote her name upon the sand But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came … Continue reading

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The Vagabond

…from the quills of the dead white poets Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 – 1894) From Songs of Travel Give to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the byway night … Continue reading

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The Dismantled Ship

  …from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay, On sluggish, lonesome waters, anchor’d near the shore, An old, dismasted, gray and batter’d ship, disabled, done, After … Continue reading

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Večer

…from the quills of the dead white poets Fráňa Šrámek (1877 -1952) Přetiché ruce modřínů a tišší ještě tvář, v těch tichých rukách spočinu a zahledím se v tvář: Co bylo, už se jenom zdá, co zdálo se, je blíž, … Continue reading

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Life

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   Ever the undiscouraged, resolute, struggling soul of man; (Have former armies fail’d? Then we send fresh armies – and fresh again;) Ever grappled mystery of all … Continue reading

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“No, Not with You…”

  …from the quills of the dead white poets Mikhail Lermontov (1814 – 1841) 1841 No, not with you I fell in love so fast, And not for me your beauty is succeeding; I love in you my suffering preceding, … Continue reading

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Večer

  …from the quills of the dead white poets Fráňa Šrámek (1877 -1952) Přetiché ruce modřínů a tišší ještě tvář, v těch tichých rukách spočinu a zahledím se v tvář: Co bylo, už se jenom zdá, co zdálo se, je … Continue reading

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England’s Answer

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban; Little used to lie down at the bidding of any man. Flesh of the flesh … Continue reading

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