<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=362144" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Early Works - Maurice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The devil’s lady flames have lit <br>the IRA have bombed the manuscript <br>never mind there is no relaxation <br>this time it might get to Glenda Jackson. <br>A week gone by far away <br>here comes the Cadbury kid with his Milk Tray. <br>He is ready for dangers to face, <br>some more literary grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Comedy in an inert expression <br>there is no regression <br>Maurice sits in solemn pose <br>pondering in degrees I suppose <br>conscious of all repetition <br>inherited in the pieces at their presentation, <br>criticism is slight, <br>but a meaningful insight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So here, I sit in deep dispose <br>trying to write poetry and no prose. <br>Maurice sits in elevation <br>listening to my deviations, <br>the adventures of a bar of soap <br>oh, my is there any hope. <br>Regression, repetition, inhabitation <br>is there any compensation. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sweet bird of youth <br>from heaven will fly <br>words of solemn prose <br>an ode to a dying rose. <br>No laughter as began the page <br>only silent rage. <br>This poem was only for fun <br>so no harm done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Date unknown, probably 1979.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Author’s Note: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This was written as a bit of fun for my tutor, mentor and friend Maurice Callard. The Devil’s Lady was a play he wrote and sent it to a London Agent. During an IRA bombing campaign in London, the Agent’s office was destroyed along with Maurice’s manuscript of the play. He had written it with the actress Glenda Jackson in mind to play the Devil’s Lady. However, I do not think she ever got to read it. How many copies of the manuscript still exist I do not know, but I have one. With the Cadbury Kid, it was a bit of fun Maurice wrote to amuse us in his class.<br>With reference to my own work in the last stanza ode to a dying rose it relates to a poem posted up here called A Rose With A Tinted Past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=362144" data-title="Early Works - Maurice de David Harris" data-description="The devil’s lady flames have lit the IRA have bombed the manuscript never mind there is no relaxation this time it might get to Glenda Jackson. A week gone by far away here comes the Cadbury kid with his Milk Tray. He is ready for dangers ..."></div> </div> </div>

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