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.

“Shall I Compare Thee…”

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)   Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s … Continue reading

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Just think!

…from the quills of the dead white poets Robert William Service (1874 – 1958) Just think! some night the stars will gleam Upon a cold, grey stone, And trace a name with silver beam, And lo! ‘twill be your own. … Continue reading

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Agonie touhy

…from the quills of the dead white poets Otokar Březina (1868 -1929) Zda v pánvích západů vyhasly hořících jantarů víry, zlat zelený var na popel spálených duh, a půlnocí svit jenž modrými parami síry mlh závoje bílí a hazí na … Continue reading

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Mesopotamia

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) 1917 They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young, The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave: But the men who left them thriftily to die … Continue reading

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The Human Abstract

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Blake (1757 – 1827) Pity would be no more If we did not make somebody poor, And Mercy no more could be If all were as happy as we. And mutual … Continue reading

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Doupata hadů

…from the quills of the dead white poets Otokar Březina (1868 -1929) Skryté své zahrady viděl jsem v slavnostech července kvést, v blankytů éterná loubí se slétlo tisíce tajemných ptáků: na květech zrosených nechaly půlnoci nejsladší úsměvy hvězd, a jako … Continue reading

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“Fill a Glass…”

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Ernest Henley 1849 -1903   Fill a glass with golden wine, And the while your lips are wet Set your perfume unto mine, And forget. Every kiss we take and give … Continue reading

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Spirits of the Dead

…from the quills of the dead white poets Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) Thy soul shall find itself alone ‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. … Continue reading

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“I Was Born In the Right Time…”

…from the quills of the dead white poets Anna Akhmatova (1889 – 1966) 1913 I was born in the right time, in whole, Only this time is one that is blessed, But great God did not let my poor soul … Continue reading

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Winter

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)   When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in … Continue reading

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“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, … Continue reading

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The Bacchic Song

…from the quills of the dead white poets Aleksandr Pushkin (1799 – 1837) Why hushed you, O, gaiety’s voice? Resound, the hymns of the Bacchus! Long live they, who ever had loved us – The beautiful women and sweet, gentle … Continue reading

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Autumn

…from the quills of the dead white poets Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) With what a glory comes and goes the year! The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy Life’s newness, and … Continue reading

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Píseň zhýralého jinocha

…from the quills of the dead white poets František Gellner (1881 -1914) Nezemru já od práce, nezahynu bídou, nezalknu se v oprátce, skončím syfilidou. Nezemru já u holky ani na silnici. Zemru volky nevolky klidně v nemocnici. Nezískal jsem za … Continue reading

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“When Priests Are More in World…”

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)   When priests are more in world than matter; When brewers mar their malt with water; When nobles are their tailors’ tutors; Nor heretics burn’d, but wenches’ … Continue reading

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The Man Who Knew

…from the quills of the dead white poets Robert William Service (1874 – 1958) The Dreamer visioned Life as it might be, And from his dream forthright a picture grew, A painting all the people thronged to see, And joyed … Continue reading

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Earth’s Answer

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Blake (1757 – 1827)   Earth raised up her head From the darkness dread and drear, Her light fled, Stony, dread, And her locks covered with grey despair. ‘Prisoned on watery … Continue reading

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Eldorado

…from the quills of the dead white poets Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old- This knight … Continue reading

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Theodore Roosevelt :- It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out where the strongman stumbles, or where the doer of good deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man in the arena, … Continue reading

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Vlastní podobizna

…from the quills of the dead white poets   Karel Toman (1877 – 1946) Daleko v hlubokém lese vyvěrá zpěvavý pramen. Z tmy k světlu se rodí a třese podsvětní píseň. Život mě křtil vodou živou, chuť hlubin a temnot … Continue reading

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