When the investing darkness growls,
And deep reverberates to deep;
When keyhole whines and chimney howls,
And all the roofs and windows weep;
Then, through the doorless walls of sleep,
The still-sealed ear and shuttered sight,
Phantoms of memory steal and creep,
The very ghosts of sound and light-
Dream-visions and dream-voices of a bygone night.
I see again, I hear again,
Where lightnings flash and house-eaves drip,
A flying swirl of waves and rain-
That storm-path between Sound and Rip.
I feel the swaying of the ship
In every gust that rocks the trees,
And taste that brine upon my lip
And smell the freshness of the breeze
That sped us through the welter of those racing seas.
I hear the menace of the call
To rope and rivet, wheel and mast,
In the swift onrush of the squall,
The challenge of the thundering blast
To daring men as it sweeps past;
And in my dream I have no dread.
Rivet and rope are firm and fast,
The clear lights shining, green and red,
The quiet eyes of sentry watching overhead.
What epic battles pass unsung!
It was a war of gods befell
On that wild night when we were young.
They rode, like cavalry of hell,
The mighty winds, the monstrous swell,
On their white horses, fierce and fleet;
They stood at bay, invincible,
Where pulsed beneath our sliding feet
The faithful iron heart that never lost a beat.
How the sharp sea-spume lashed and stung!
How the salt sea-wind tugged and tare
And clawed and mauled us where we clung,
With panting breasts and streaming hair,
To our frail eyrie in mid-air!
How we exulted in the fight-
With neither haste nor halt to dare
Those Titans furies in their might,
Undaunted and unswerving in our insect flight!
No lap of exquisite repose!
A mortar wherein souls are brayed;
An anvil ringing to the blows
Whereby true men are shaped, and made
Divinely strong and unafraid.
Such gallant sailor-men there be-
Never unready or dismayed,
Though ‘t’s the face of death they see
In cyclone, fire and fog, and white surf on the lee.
Not only in the sylvan bower,
On dreaming hill, by sleeping mere,
The holy place-the sacred hour.
Beset by every form of fear,
Darkness ahead and danger near,
Sorely hard-driven and hard-prest,
But still unspent and of good cheer-
He finds them who can pass the test,
Who never winks an eye and never stays to rest
A few random poems:
- Tu Fu – Tu Fu
- Геннадий Айги – ДЕВОЧКА В ДЕТСТВЕ
- The Dream poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sonnet: To Time by Sylvia Plath
- Potions poem – Yusef Komunyakaa poems | Poetry Monster
- I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark, Not Day poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Clemente’s Images by Robert Creeley
- The Conjugation of the Paramecium by Muriel Rukeyser
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 83. Dip down upon the northern shore poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- “Célibataire” by Sylvia Plath
- Turns by Tony Harrison
- Hobbinol; or The Rural Games by William Somervile
- The Banyan Tree by Rabindranath Tagore
- Sonnet CXXXIV by William Shakespeare
- A winning lot
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Further Instructions poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Epilogue poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Ezra on the Strike poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Francesca poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Grace Before Song poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Hugh Selwyn Mauberly (Part I) poem – Ezra Pound poems
- In the Old Age of the Soul poem – Ezra Pound poems
- And the days are not full enough poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Canto XIII poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Canto XLIX poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Alba poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Ballad of the Goodly Fere poem – Ezra Pound poems
- E.P. Ode Pour L’election De Son Sepulchre poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Ancient Music poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Cino poem – Ezra Pound poems
- A Pact poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Before Sleep poem – Ezra Pound poems
- An Immorality poem – Ezra Pound poems
- In A Station Of The Metro poem – Ezra Pound poems
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Doska or the Board – write anything
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Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Ada Cambridge (1844 – 1926), also known as Ada Cross, was an English-born Australian author and poetess. She wrote more than 25 works of fiction, three volumes of poetry and two autobiographical works.