Poems

The House of Hospitalities Here we broached the Christmas barrel, Pushed up the charred log-ends; Here we sang the Christmas carol, And called in friends. Time […]

The Impercipient That from this bright believing band An outcast I should be, That faiths by which my comrades stand Seem fantasies to me, And mirage-mists […]

The Ivy-Wife I LONGED to love a full-boughed beech And be as high as he: I stretched an arm within his reach, And signalled unity. But […]

The Man He Killed Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have set us down to wet Right many a […]

The Masked Face I found me in a great surging space, At either end a door, And I said: “What is this giddying place, With no […]

The Mother Mourns. When mid-autumn’s moan shook the night-time, And sedges were horny, And summer’s green wonderwork faltered On leaze and in lane, I fared Yell’ham-Firs […]

The night of Trafalgar In the wild October night-time, when the wind raved round the land, And the Back-sea met the front-sea, and our doors were […]

The Oxen Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock. “Now they are all on their knees,” An elder said as we sat in a flock By […]

The Peasant’s Confession Good Father!… ’Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had strewn Men’s bones […]

The Phantom Horsewoman. Queer are the ways of a man I know: He comes and stands In a careworn craze, And looks at the sands And […]