Arizona republican., 1919-02-23

 Go review thc poems of this eccentric genius. ] upurcnrnd. is we'll on par with that ol trausIatug hts works quite impossible Ia their Modern Li- br3ry Edition Boni & Livcright. lnc- have produced the John Payne trans lation and have included d few trans lations by Rossetti and Swinburne You simply have the opportunity ot tabing your choice. Swlnburne, to me brings out the Tilt Of the Nillon jargon as the others do not. combined with tho rihald appeal that springs from thc heart or the soul of this criminal - FJcsboud -dcrclict t-r0m1ntic lovcable cstray.
 Viuon's conceptions. first are ab- sIrdly humorous. second. ridiculously serious third. touchlngly pathetic. fnarine a hcggar leaving a win He did and recorded it in thc books Of rhyme and song. This, then. First. in the name Of God thc Lord. The Son and ckc thc Holy Spright, And in her name by whose accord No creature perishcth outright. To Master Ninon, Guillaume night. My fame leave, that still doth swell In his names honor day and night. And eke my tents and pcnuoncel' Then this one with its subtle irony. Item. to her. as I've said.
 So dOurly banished me her sight That all my gloduess she forbade And busted me of all delight. | leave my heart in depOsite.
 Piteous and pale ana numb and dead. She brought me Co this sorry plight; May God not wrcak it ou her head. To thehosnitals, he left My curtains spun the spiders by.' To his barber "The ends and clippings of my hair; this ends his Lesser Testament At 20. Wherein I've drunk SO deep of shame" he believed he had accumu lated a vast sum Of eXpericnce-noth- ing else. mind you-that he should ab- rogate the "Lesser Testament" and iu- scibo "The Greater Testament" His Ballad of Old-Time Ladies" un- locks the true Villon soul. Were ther, any lingering doubt of his artistry. the opening lines dispel it Tell me where. in what land of shade Rides fair Flora of Rome, and wher, Are Thais and Archipiade.
 Cousins german of beauty rare, And Echo. more than mortal fair. That, when one calls by river-flow Or marish, answers out of the air? But what has become of last year.
 snow"
 How futile to ask. But what poetry, lt reminds one of the Justin McCarth, roem. recited SO beautifully by Soth. IT. and based upon this same ballad Where are the girls Of yesteryear?' % Then. this
 Where Is that clear and crystal brow Those eyebrows arched and goldc1
 hair?
 And those bright eyes. where are they
 now.
 Wherewith the wisest ravished were Tho little nose. so straight and fair: The tiny, tender, perfect ear; Where is the dimpled chin. and wher, The pouting lips SO red and clear c' Who says there dwelt not in thi vagabond heart, in this derelict soul m this ranting brawler, the poet soul? Read the end.
 "Brows wrinkled sore and tresses gray Tho broVs all falru and dim tn
 eyne
 That wont to charm mems heart
 away:
 The nose that was SO straight an
 fine,
 Now bent and swerved from beauty
 line:
 Chin peaked. ears furred and hang
 ing down:
 Faded tho face and quenched it's shin, And lips mere bags of loose ski
 srOwn2
 Such is the end of human grace: Tho arms grown short and hands a
 thrawn:
 The shoulders bowed out of thel
 place:
 The breasts an shriveled up an
 gone.