A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963)
There is a country in my mind,
Lovelier than a poet blind
Could dream of, who had never known
This world of drought and dust and stone
In all its ugliness: a place
Full of an all but human grace;
Whose dells retain the printed form
Of heavenly sleep, and seem yet warm
From some pure body newly risen;
Where matter is no more a prison,
But freedom for the soul to know
Its native beauty. For things glow
There with an inward truth and are
All fire and colour like a star.
And in that land are domes and towers
That hang as light and bright as flowers
Upon the sky, and seem a birth
Rather of air than solid earth.
Sometimes I dream that walking there
In the green shade, all unaware
At a new turn of the golden glade,
I shall see her, and as though afraid
Shall halt a moment and almost fall
For passing faintness, like a man
Who feels the sudden spirit of Pan
Brimming his narrow soul with all
The illimitable world. And she,
Turning her head, will let me see
The first sharp dawn of her surprise
Turning to welcome in her eyes.
And I shall come and take my lover
And looking on her re-discover
All her beauty:–her dark hair
And the little ears beneath it, where
Roses of lucid shadow sleep;
Her brooding mouth, and in the deep
Wells of her eyes reflected stars …
Oh, the imperishable things
That hands and lips as well as words
Shall speak! Oh movement of white wings,
Oh wheeling galaxies of birds …!
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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
- Федор Сологуб – Я дорогой невинной и смелою
- Федор Сологуб – Я часть загадки разгадал
- Федор Сологуб – Высока луна Господня
- Федор Сологуб – Выйди в поле полночное
- Федор Сологуб – Вы не умеете целовать мою землю
- Федор Сологуб – Всё зеленее и светлее
- Федор Сологуб – Волна морская – веселый шум
- Федор Сологуб – Водой спокойной отражены
- Федор Сологуб – Во внутреннем дворе отеля
- Федор Сологуб – Во мне мечты мои цветут
- Федор Сологуб – Вильгельм второй
- Федор Сологуб – Ветер в трубе
- Федор Сологуб – Веет ветер мне навстречу
- Федор Сологуб – В норе темно и мглисто
- Федор Сологуб – В моём бессилии люби меня
- Федор Сологуб – В моих мечтах такое постоянство
- Федор Сологуб – В моей лампаде ясный свет
- Федор Сологуб – В мантии серой
- Федор Сологуб – В лунном озарении
- Федор Сологуб – В лесу живет проказник неуёмный
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Aldous Leonard Huxley (1894 – 1963) was an English writer and philosopher. He wrote nearly fifty books—both novels and non-fiction works—as well as wide-ranging essays, narratives, and poems.