Lascelles Abercrombie Poems on Sense & Perception (4 Poems)

Witchcraft: New Style (Lascelles Abercrombie Poems)

The sun drew off at last his piercing fires.Over the stale warm air, dull as a pondAnd moveless in the grey quieted street,Blue magic of a summer evening glowed.The sky, that had been dazzling stone all day,Hollowed in smooth hard … Continue reading →

Roses Can Wound (Lascelles Abercrombie Poems)

Roses can wound,But not from having thorns they do most harm;Often the night gives, starry-sheen or moon’d,Deep in the soul alarm.And it hath been deep within my heart like fear,Girl, when you are near.The mist of sense,Wherein the soul goes … Continue reading →

The Sale of Saint Thomas (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)

A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over the seas, Along which the intent prows wonderfully Nose like lean hounds, and tack their journeys out, Making for harbours … Continue reading →

Emblems of Love (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)

She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in twain; And to this hour the whole world must consent. Is it not very marvellous, our lives Can only come … Continue reading →