Storm ?by H.D. You crash over the trees, you crack the live branch? the branch is white, the green crushed, each leaf is rent like split wood. You burden the trees with black drops, you swirl and crash? you have broken off a weighted leaf in the wind, it is hurled out, whirls up and…
1900s
WIRERS by Siegfried Sassoon
WIRERS by Siegfried Sassoon “Pass it along, the wiring party’s going out”? And yawning sentries mumble, “Wirers going out.” Unravelling; twisting; hammering stakes with muffled thud, They toil with stealthy haste and anger in their blood. The Boche sends up a flare. Black forms stand rigid there, Stock-still like posts; then darkness, and the clumsy…
COUNTER-ATTACK by Siegfried Sassoon
COUNTER-ATTACK by Siegfried Sassoon ? We’d gained our first objective hours before While dawn broke like a face with blinking eyes, Pallid, unshaved and thirsty, blind with smoke. Things seemed all right at first. We held their line, With bombers posted, Lewis guns well placed, And clink of shovels deepening the shallow trench. The place…
Vespers by Amy Lowell
? Vespers by Amy Lowell Last night, at sunset, The foxgloves were like tall altar candles. Could I have lifted you to the roof of the greenhouse, my Dear, I should have understood their burning.
Wild with all Regrets by Wilfred Owen
Wild with all Regrets by Wilfred Owen (Another version of “A Terre”.) To Siegfried Sassoon ? My arms have mutinied against me?brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My back’s been stiff for hours, damned hours. Death never gives his squad a Stand-at-ease. I can’t read. There: it’s no use. Take your book. A…
Stars by Robert Frost
Stars by Robert Frost HOW countlessly they congregate O’er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as tall as trees When wintry winds do blow!? As if with keenness for our fate, Our faltering few steps on To white rest, and a place of rest Invisible at dawn,? And yet with neither love nor hate,…
Portrait of a Lady by T. S. Eliot
Portrait of a Lady by T. S. Eliot Thou hast committed? Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew Of Malta I Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon You have the scene arrange itself?as it will seem to do? With “I have saved this…
Sunset by H.P. Lovecraft
Sunset Howard Phillips Lovecraft The cloudless day is richer at its close; A golden glory settles on the lea; Soft stealing shadows hint of cool repose To mellowing landscape, and to calming sea. And in that nobler, gentler, lovelier light, The soul to sweeter, loftier bliss inclines; Freed from the noonday glare, the favour’d sight…
Ghost House by Robert Frost
Ghost House by Robert Frost I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the cellar walls, And a cellar in which the daylight falls, And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow. O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield The woods come back to the mowing field;…
THAT THE NIGHT COME by W. B. Yeats
THAT THE NIGHT COME by W. B. Yeats She lived in storm and strife. Her soul had such desire For what proud death may bring That it could not endure The common good of life, But lived as ?twere a king That packed his marriage day With banneret and pennon, Trumpet and kettledrum, And the…