Out Of The East (John Freeman Poems)
When man first walked upright and soberly Reflecting as he paced to and fro,And no more swinging from wide tree to ...
John Freeman Poems on Cry (39 Poems)
The Pigeons (John Freeman Poems)
The pigeons, following the faint warm light,Stayed at last on the roof till warmth was gone,Then in the mist that's ...
The Song Of The Forest (John Freeman Poems)
ITo Thee, Most Holy, Most Obscure, light-hidden,Shedding light in the darkness of the mindAs gold beams wake the air to ...
The Thorn (John Freeman Poems)
The days of these two years like busy antsHave gone, confused and happy and distressed, Rich, yet sad with aching wants, Crowded, ...
To The Heavenly Power (John Freeman Poems)
When this burning fleshBurns down in Time's slow fire to a glowing ash;When these lips have utteredThe last word, and ...
Judgment Day (John Freeman Poems)
When through our bodies our two spirits burnEscaping, and no more our true eyes turnOutwards, and no more hands to ...
The Stars In Their Courses (John Freeman Poems)
And now, while the dark vast earth shakes and rocksIn this wild dream-like snare of mortal shocks,How look (I muse) ...
First Love (John Freeman Poems)
I"No, no! Leave me not in this dark hour,"She cried. And I,"Thou foolish dear, but call not dark this hour;What ...
The Body (John Freeman Poems)
When I had dreamed and dreamed what woman's beauty was,And how that beauty seen from unseen surely flowed,I turned and ...
Thy Hill Leave Not (John Freeman Poems)
Thy hill leave not, O Spring,Nor longer leap down to the new-green'd Plain.Thy western cliff-caves keepO Wind, nor branch-borne Echo ...
The Chair (John Freeman Poems)
The chair was madeBy hands long dead,Polished by many bodies sitting there,Until the wood-lines flowed as clean as waves.Mine sat ...
The Native Country (John Freeman Poems)
Where is that country? The unresting mindLike a lapwing nears and leaves it and returns.I know those unknown hill-springs where ...
From Wear To Thames (John Freeman Poems)
Is it because Spring now is comeThat my heart leaps in its bed of dust?Is it with sorrow or strange ...
Happiness (John Freeman Poems)
I have found happiness who looked not for it. There was a green fresh hedge, And willows by the river side, And whistling ...
The Kite (John Freeman Poems)
It was a dayAll blue and lifting white,When I went into the fields with FrankTo fly his kite. The fields were ...
Rapture (John Freeman Poems)
If thou hast griefAnd passion vex the spirit that is in thee--There was a stony beachWhere the heat flickered and ...
The Fear (John Freeman Poems)
Surely I must have ailed On that dark night,Or my childish courage failed Because there was no light;Or terror must have come With ...
The Wakers (John Freeman Poems)
The joyous morning ran and kissed the grassAnd drew his fingers through her sleeping hair,And cried, 'Before thy flowers are ...
The Red House (John Freeman Poems)
On the wide fields the water gleams like snow,And snow like water pale beneath pale sky,When old and burdened the ...
Some Hurt Thing (John Freeman Poems)
I came to you quietly when you were lying In perfect midnight sleep.Your dark soft hair was all about your pillow, So ...
To My Mother (John Freeman Poems)
No foreign tribute from a stranger-hand,Mother, I bring thee, whom not Heaven's songsWould as an alien reach.... Ah, but how ...
Against The Cold Pale Sky (John Freeman Poems)
Against the cold pale skyThe elm tree company rose high.All the fine hues of dayThat flowered so bold had died ...
The Call (John Freeman Poems)
Is it the wind that stirs the trees,Is it the trees that scratch the wall, Is it the wall that shakes ...
Smoke (John Freeman Poems)
They stood like men that hear immortal speechMoving among their branches, and like treesWe stood and watched them, and in ...
Hector (John Freeman Poems)
Sleep, sleep, you great and dim trees, sleeping onThe still warm, tender cheek of night,And with her cloudy hairBrushed: sleep, ...
The Lamp (John Freeman Poems)
The lamp shone golden where she slept,Shining against deep-folded shadows.There was no stir but her slow breathingSave when a long ...
Unpardoned (John Freeman Poems)
Gentle as the air that kissesThe splendid and ignoble with one breath,Gentle as obliterating Death--Though you be gentler yet,In days ...
The Alde (John Freeman Poems)
How near I walked to Love,How long, I cannot tell.I was like the Alde that flowsQuietly through green level lands,So ...
Who Is It That Answers? (John Freeman Poems)
The clouds no more are flocking After the flushing sun;Bees end their long droning, The bat's hunt is begun;And the tired wind ...
I Am That Creature (John Freeman Poems)
I am that creature and creator who Loosens and reins the waters of the sea, Forming the rocky marge anon anew. I stir ...