Posts tagged ‘1913’

Monday, 4 August 2014

The Unknown God by George William Russell (A.E.)

Far up the dim twilight fluttered
Moth-wings of vapour and flame:
The lights danced over the mountains,
Star after star they came.

The lights grew thicker unheeded,
For silent and still were we;
Our hearts were drunk with a beauty
Our eyes could never see.

From: http://www.bartleby.com/253/4.html

Date: 1913

By: George William Russell (A.E.) (1867-1935)

Monday, 3 February 2014

The Mob by Ada Cambridge

Why stand dumbfounded and aghast,
As at invading armies sweeping by,
Surprised by haggard face and threatening cry,
The storm unheralded, that rose so fast?
Men, with gaunt wives and hungry children, cast
Upon the wintry streets to thieve or die,
They cannot always suffer silently;
Patience gives out. The poor worm turns at last.

And no ear listens to the warning call.
No eye awakes to see the portent dread.
Must brute force reign and social order fall
Ere these starved millions can be clothed and fed?
A strange phenomenon, this, unconcern –
To live so fast and be so slow to learn!

From: Cambridge, Ada, The Hand in the Dark: and Other Poems, 1913, William Heinemann: London, p. 117.
(http://adc.library.usyd.edu.au/view?docId=ozlit/xml-main-texts/v00017.xml&chunk.id=d1627e6138&toc.id=d1627e6138&database=&collection=&brand=default)

Date: 1913

By: Ada Cambridge (1844-1926)

Monday, 18 November 2013

Song by Winifred Mary Letts

If you let Sorrow in on you.
Surely she’ll stay,
Sitting there by the hearth
Till you wish her away.

If you see the grey cloak of her
Down the boreen,
Let you close the door softly
And wait there unseen.

For if she comes in on you
Never you’ll part,
Till the fire burns out
In the core of your heart.

From: Letts, W M, Songs From Leinster, 1920, John Murray: London, p. 101.
(http://archive.org/stream/cu31924013639541#page/n115/mode/2up)

Date: 1913

By: Winifred Mary Letts (1882-1972)

Wednesday, 11 September 2013

My Song by Rabindranath Tagore

This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love.

This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing.

When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd it will fence you about with aloofness.

My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams, it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.

It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is over your road.

My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes, and will carry your sight into the heart of things.

And when my voice is silent in death, my song will speak in your living heart.

From: http://www.eldritchpress.org/rt/cmoon.htm#mysong

Date: 1913

By: Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)

Translated by: Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)

Monday, 17 June 2013

Old Age by Frederick Tennyson

As when into the garden paths by night
One bears a lamp, and with its sickly glare
Scatters the burnished flowers a-dreaming there,
Palely they show like spectres in his sight,
Lovely no more, disfurnished of delight,
Some folded up and drooping o’er the way.
Their odours spent, their colour changed to
Some that stood queen-like in the morning light
Fallen discrowned : so the low-burning loves
That tremble in the hearts of aged men
Cast their own light upon the world that moves
Around them, and receive it back again.
Old joys seem dead, old faces without joys;
Laughter is dead. There is no mirth in boys.

From: Tennyson, Frederick, The Shorter Poems of Frederick Tennyson edited with an Introduction by Charles Tennyson, Macmillan and Co: London, 1913, p. 209.
(http://archive.org/stream/shorterpoemsoffr00tennrich#page/208/mode/2up)

Date: 1913 (published)

By: Frederick Tennyson (1807-1898)

Wednesday, 5 September 2012

I Meant to Do My Work Today by Richard Le Gallienne

I meant to do my work today—
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.

And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand—
So what could I do but laugh and go?

From: http://infomotions.com/etexts/gutenberg/dirs/1/0/4/5/10457/10457.htm

Date: 1913

By: Richard Le Gallienne (1866-1947)

Tuesday, 31 July 2012

Stupidity Street by Ralph Hodgson

I saw with open eyes
   Singing birds sweet
Sold in the shops
   For the people to eat,
Sold in the shops of
   Stupidity Street.

I saw in vision
   The worm in the wheat,
And in the shops nothing
   For people to eat;
Nothing for sale in
   Stupidity Street.

From: http://www.bachlund.org/Stupidity_Street.htm

Date: 1913

By: Ralph Hodgson (1871-1962)

Saturday, 28 July 2012

In A Station of the Metro by Ezra Pound

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

From: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ezra_Pound

Date: 1913

By: Ezra Pound (1885-1972)

Tuesday, 19 June 2012

The Golden Journey to Samarkand by James Elroy Flecker

I
We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage
And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die,
We Poets of the proud old lineage
Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why, –

What shall we tell you? Tales, marvellous tales
Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest,
Where nevermore the rose of sunset pales,
And winds and shadows fall towards the West:

And there the world’s first huge white-bearded kings
In dim glades sleeping, murmur in their sleep,
And closer round their breasts the ivy clings,
Cutting its pathway slow and red and deep.

II
And how beguile you? Death has no repose
Warmer and deeper than the Orient sand
Which hides the beauty and bright faith of those
Who make the Golden Journey to Samarkand.

And now they wait and whiten peaceably,
Those conquerors, those poets, those so fair:
They know time comes, not only you and I,
But the whole world shall whiten, here or there;

When those long caravans that cross the plain
With dauntless feet and sound of silver bells
Put forth no more for glory or for gain,
Take no more solace from the palm-girt wells.

When the great markets by the sea shut fast
All that calm Sunday that goes on and on:
When even lovers find their peace at last,
And Earth is but a star, that once had shone.

From: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-golden-journey-to-samarkand/

Date: 1913

By: James Elroy Flecker (1884-1915)

Saturday, 4 February 2012

I Am Shut Out of Mine Own Heart by Christopher Brennan

I am shut out of mine own heart
because my love is far from me,
nor in the wonders have I part
that fill its hidden empery:

the wildwood of adventurous thought
and lands of dawn my dream had won,
the riches out of Faery brought
are buried with our bridal sun.

And I am in a narrow place,
and all its little streets are cold,
because the absence of her face
has robb’d the sullen air of gold.

My home is in a broader day:
at times I catch it glistening
thro’ the dull gate, a flower’d play
and odour of undying spring:

the long days that I lived alone,
sweet madness of the springs I miss’d,
are shed beyond, and thro’ them blown
clear laughter, and my lips are kiss’d:

– and here, from mine own joy apart,
I wait the turning of the key: –
I am shut out of mine own heart
because my love is far from me.

From: http://www.middlemiss.org/lit/authors/brennanc/poetry/iamshutout.html

Date: 1913

By: Christopher Brennan (1870-1932)