LORD BYRON HUNT
born: Jan 19 1905 died: Jun 12 1993
~ Lord Byron Anton Hunt ~
artist, poet, filmmaker, ,mail art enthusist, mentor and spiritual advisor to artists and poets.
from "Poems and Mail Arts from
WILD BIRDS BEATING THEIR WINGS © 1989
Collages and poems by Byron Alton Hunt
Book design by Tony Vaughan
Published by Flying Carpet Books
Love is an illusion that makes
Your dreams come true. |
LADY OF BRIGHT EYES
O Lady of Bright Eyes
El Greco like in sadness
Your deep browness as a pine
With dark branches...
Cherryed you dance
Tall in night gladness
You are mink lovely
Your teeth like ice
Melting a flashing smile;
Cherry lovely
Blue night in sadness
O Lady Of Bright Eyes
( 1953)
BIRD PARKER
Among the living the Bird
Is dead. Wailing sax heart
Singing among the reeds ...
Dark poet climbing the
Morning air ...Humming
Your woodwind song ...
Bird of the heavenly
Sound. Telling your sad
Lyric story of the
Memphis night. Bird
Sing your funky blue song
In your fresh new way
So that even the blackest
Night becomes the day .. |
I AM A YOUTH
I am a youth who calls
into
The abysmal blackness
of the night ...
While myriad starflowers
Dance
Upon the echoes
of the wind ...
For youth must reach
And dip his fingers
in the dewy vastness
Of a cloud ....
And sing
His song of youth
into the silent night
Aloud ....
( 1953)
BETE NOIR
The black beast of was has come
The blinding fear, the distant drum
Bombs that break the soul apart
And leave despair in every heart.
Nationalism is its decay
In its death agony today
Will not live beyond tomorrow
Be it known in all truth
Be it said without sorrow. |
EPIGRAMS
An artist should be sincere
Enough to tell the truth
Even if has to imagine it.
It takes courage to fight for
The ideals that one hast lost.
Truth is the naked body
That beauty clothes.
Composing an epigram
is like___
Hiding a snowball
In the bed of fate.
Any one can be wise
But to be witty
Is to share the laughter
Sopistication
is a tipping
of one's hat
to death.
Poets are just other
People ...only crazier.
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