Poems

The Wrestlers So neck to neck and obstinate knee to knee Wrestled those two; and peerless Heracles Could not prevail nor catch at any vantage; But […]

The Young Soldier It is not death Without hereafter To one in dearth Of life and its laughter, Nor the sweet murder Dealt slow and even […]

Training Not this week nor this month dare I lie down In languour under lime trees or smooth smile. Love must not kiss my face pale […]

Uriconium: an Ode It lieth low near merry England’s heart Like a long-buried sin; and Englishmen Forget that in its death their sires had part. And, […]

Wild With All Regrets To Siegfried Sassoon My arms have mutinied against me — brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My back’s been stiff […]

Winter Song The browns, the olives, and the yellows died, And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed Each dawn and set of sun till […]

[An Imperial Elegy] Not one corner of a foreign field But a span as wide as Europe; An appearance of a titan’s grave, And the length […]

[Antaeus: a fragment] So neck to stubborn neck, and obstinate knee to knee, Wrestled those two; and peerless Heracles Could not prevail, nor get at any […]

[As bronze may be much beautified: a fragment] As bronze may be much beautified By lying in the dark damp soil, So men who fade in […]

[Cramped in that funnelled hole: a fragment] Cramped in that funnelled hole, they watched the dawn Open a jagged rim around; a yawn Of death’s jaws, […]