Day Dreams E-Book

Rudolph Valentino

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 32

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

To you, my gentle reader, I wish to say a foreword of warning before you peruse the contents of this book. I am not a poet nor a scholar, therefore you shall find neither poems nor prose. Just dreams - Day Dreams - a bit of romance, a bit of sentimentalism, a bit of philosophy, not studied, but acquired by constant observation of that greatest of masters! . . . Nature! While lying idle, not through choice, but because forcibly kept from my preferred and actual field of activity, I took to dreams to forget the tediousness of worldly strife and the boredom of jurisprudence's pedantic etiquette. Happy indeed I shall be if my Day Dreams will bring you as much enjoyment in the reading as they brought to me in the writing. Rudolph Valentino

Leseprobe

To M.

The serenade of a thousand years ago

The song of a hushed lip

Lives forever in the glass of today

Wherein we see the reflection of it

If we but brush away

The cobwebs of a douting faith.

To J. C. N. G.

MY FRIENDS HERE AND THERE

CONTENTS

Introduction

Preface

The Gift Book

Nature

The Love Child

Heart Flower

You

Day Dreams

Suspicion

The Sage

Morphia

Domino

The Sphinx

Stradivarius

Extravaganza

Mirage

Glorification

Remembrance

Three Generations of Kisses

A Baby's Skin

Gratitude

Shadows

Accusation

Even Song

Gypsies

The Carrier

The School of Life

The Wanton

Slavery

Within a Wall

The Chalice

Solicitude

You

At Sunrise Tomorrow

Poverty

Cremation

The Lute

Powerless

Cap and Bells

Patchwork Quilt

To A. M.

The Philosophy of a Pessimist

Gems of Thought

To C. F.

Sympathy

Labor

Wealth

Understanding

Hunger

Money

The Choice

Italy

Erin

Bees

To M. T.

Imperialism

Radio

The Kaleidoscope of Love

Memorial

Dust to Dust

Lullaby Tree

Adage

Faithfulness

Reflections at Random

Cooperation

INTRODUCTION

I can not tell a rondelay

In words of yesterday

I can not tell a couplet

For words come as they may.

I'll do my best — I'll try a bit

Of ultra-modern rhyme

And cast aside the shackles

Binding »Once upon a time«.

PREFACE

To you, my gentle reader, I wish to say a foreword of warning before you peruse the contents of this book.

I am not a poet nor a scholar, therefore you shall find neither poems nor prose. Just dreams — Day Dreams — a bit of romance, a bit of sentimentalism, a bit of philosophy, not studied, but acquired by constant observation of that greatest of masters! . . . Nature!

While lying idle, not through choice, but because forcibly kept from my preferred and actual field of activity, I took to dreams to forget the tediousness of worldly strife and the boredom of jurisprudence's pedantic etiquette.

Happy indeed I shall be if my Day Dreams will bring you as much enjoyment in the reading as they brought to me in the writing.

Rudolph Valentino

New York — May 29th, 1923.

THE GIFT BOOK

(To J. R.)

A book is a kindly gracious thing.

Each has a particular gift to bring.

It may be the wealth

Of a wonderful life,

Or the thrilling adventure

Of Jungle strife.

Perhaps it's a present

Of orient gold,

Tales of Aladdin

Enchantingly told.

Maybe a view

Of olden days,

Knighthood—Romance,

Flowery ways.

And again a journey

To lands afar,

Where strange things happen,

And wonders are.

All of them—Gift books

But plainly I see,

Not one of them holds

The gift for me.

I want a book

That will lazily roam

Down the dear Pathway

To Folks back home.

NATURE

Nature is the open book

Wherein the truths of the world are found

Nature is an endless story

Of never changing glory

When you study nature your teacher is God

So always let your reference be

This Greatest of Masters.

THE LOVE CHILD

(To B.)

Don Juan roamed the summer sky

A shady cloud of gray

But this dull attire

Hid a heart of fire

In quest of romance stray.

Vision

A lovely golden sunbeam

Shining from above

Came radiant by

And caught the eye

Of this vagabond of love.

Delusion

In wild tempestuous wooing

He kissed her heart away

All in a jest

It was the quest

Of the cloud on a summer's day.

Conclusion