C. S. Lewis Poems on Doubt & Skepticism (2 Poems)

Victory (C S Lewis Poems)

Roland is dead, Cuchulain’s crest is low,The battered war-rear wastes and turns to rust,And Helen’s eyes and Iseult’s lips are dustAnd dust the shoulders and the breasts of snow. The faerie people from our woods are gone,No Dryads have I … Continue reading →

The Country of the Blind (C. S. Lewis Poem)

Hard light bathed them-a whole nation of eyeless men, Dark bipeds not aware how they were maimed. A long Process, clearly, a slow curse, Drained through centuries, left them thus. At some transitional stage, then, a luckless few, No doubt, … Continue reading →