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| Name: Mr. David John Hart, American Artist | | Age: 59 | | City: Charleston, IL | | Country: |  United States |
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| |  | The Emperor of Ice Cream by Wallace Stevens
01:08
The Emperor of Ice-Cream
Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle more...in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
-- Wallace Stevens
read by David Hart less
Added: Mar 30, 08
Views: 36
Category: Entertainment |
|  | Sir Patrick Spens (An Old English/Scotish Anonymous Poem)
02:24
Sir Patrick Spens
The King sits in Dunfermline town,
Drinking the blood-red wine;
"O where shall I get a skeely skipper
more...To sail this ship or mine?"
Then up and spake an eldern knight,
Sat at the King's right knee:
"Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor
That ever sailed the sea."
The King has written a broad letter,
And sealed it with his hand,
And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens,
Was walking on the strand.
"To Noroway, to Noroway,
To Noroway o'er the foam;
The King's daughter of Noroway,
'Tis thou must fetch her home."
The first line that Sir Patrick read,
A loud laugh laughed he;
The next line that Sir Patrick read,
The tear blinded his ee.
"O who is this has done this deed,
Has told the King of me,
To send us out at this time of the year,
To sail upon the sea?
"Be it wind, be it wet, be it hail, be it sleet,
Our ship must sail the foam;
The king's daughter of Noroway,
'Tis we must fetch her home."
They hoisted their sails on Monenday morn,
With all the speed they may;
And they have landed in Noroway
Upon a Wodensday
They had not been a week, a week,
In Noroway but twae,
When that the lords of Noroway
Began aloud to say, -
"Ye Scottishmen spend all our King's gowd,
And all our Queenis fee."
"Ye lie, ye lie, ye liars loud!
So loud I hear ye lie.
"For I brought as much of the white monie
As gane my men and me,
And a half-fou of the good red gowd
Out o'er the sea with me.
"Make ready, make ready, my merry men all,
Our good ship sails the morn."
"Now, ever alack, my master dear
I fear a deadly storm.
"I saw the new moon late yestreen
With the old moon in her arm;
And if we go to sea, master,
I fear we'll come to harm."
They had not sailed a league, a league,
A league but barely three,
When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud,
And gurly grew the sea.
The ankers brake and the top-masts lap,
It was such a deadly storm;
And the waves came o'er the broken ship
Till all her sides were torn.
"O where will I get a good sailor
Will take my helm in hand,
Till I get up to the tall top-mast
To see if I can spy land?"
"O here am I, a sailor good,
Will take the helm in hand,
Till you go up to the tall top-mast,
But I fear you'll ne'er spy land."
He had not gone a step, a step,
A step but barely ane,
When a bolt flew out of the good ship's side,
And the salt sea came in.
"Go fetch a web of the silken cloth,
Another of the twine,
And wap them into our good ship's side,
And let not the sea come in."
They fetched a web of the silken cloth,
Another of the twine,
And they wapp'd them into the good ship's side,
But still the sea came in.
O loth, both, were our good Scots lords
To wet their cork-heel'd shoon,
But long ere all the play was play'd
They wet their hats aboon.
And many was the feather-bed
That fluttered on the foam;
And many was the good lord's son
That never more came home.
The ladies wrang their fingers white,
The maidens tore their heair,
All for the sake of their true loves,
For them they'll see nae mair.
O lang, lang may the maidens sit
With their gold combs in their hair,
All waiting for their own dear loves,
For them they'll see nae mair.
O forty miles of Aberdeen,
'Tis fifty fathoms deep;
And there lies good Sir Patrick Spens,
With the Scots lords at his feet. less
Added: Aug 22, 07
Views: 185
Category: Arts & Animation |
| | | | | | | | | | | |  | Sonatine in A sharp major
03:28
"The Gates of Istar" by David Hart
The Gates of Istar
Now do the mountains wiggle
and giddily squirm
while solemnly sauntering
towards
A great more...fuming
cantankerous ocean
Sunrise... the Gate of Istar.
A blissful moon and
jolly bouncing stars
tango tersely
under
a scintillating
prickly shower of
chartreuse
Sun beams
Peace
and fervent love
blithely abound.
Now,
at the noble Gate of Ishtar.
(This poem was originally written in Aramaic in 1998 by Dave Hart) Poems in Foreign Languages by David Hart at http://www.poetrypoem.com/hart1 less
Added: Feb 26, 07
Views: 354
Category: Music |
| |  | Night's Moments
04:30
" Night's Moments " by David Hart
As twilight surrenders to Nyx's ebony splendor,
A bewildered truck wrinkles a forlorn car's reticent fender.
more...
Myriad sounds transude night's diaphanous black veil.
The wares of the dark are hawked by its' vendors' wales.
The alchemist barman's tantalizing brew,
Enkindles nepenthe promises for the few.
Stentorian banter scurrilously permeates a smoke filled room--
Compeers coincide quietly 'til melting into blathering bafoons.
A femme fatale's beseeching glances, switch anon into erotic trances
While motorcycle's buzzgrowl like machine guns coiling
Sirens portend like mad tarantella dancers roiling
Staccato whistles and yells, scorched tires screeching
Entwine with serpentine banshee winds infamously preaching
Anon, eve's riotous crescendo of cries now subsides
Welcoming the approach of Madame Aurora's ebullient eyes.
DavidHart1993USA
roil-to vex/disturb/displease; ebullient-zestfully enthusiastic/boiling; less
Added: Feb 20, 07
Views: 76
Category: Music |
|  | Piano Composition
04:32
''Incantation to the Night'' by David Hart(Published 2006)
Puddles smile and slyly wink to the whispering slick streets.
Lo, a passerby tearfully more...weeps
Weeps through the panes of the dark
Raffish street lights groan and cackle at moths and flys
A woman's banshee gait beckons and paws at yearning passersby
Arrant eyes now pierced by neon sirens
Igneous memories of other times--a spingier step, a lighter mind
Amidst the smells of charred meat and rotting flowers,
Cars sigh in minor chords--crooning smoky arpeggios
A darkness histoire--a Nyxian wail--an incantation to the night.
vocabulary: raffish-adj.-characterized by rowdy carefree unconventionality; banshee-Irish Folklore-a female spirit forboding the demise of a loved one; igneous-adj.-fiery; Nyx-myth-god of night
For oil paintings and more poems by David Hart go to: http://groups.msn.com/hart2/shoebox.msnw less
Added: Feb 20, 07
Views: 60
Category: Arts & Animation |
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