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 World (28 Poems)
The Human Music (John Freeman Poems)
At evening when the aspens rustled softAnd the last blackbird by the hedge-nest laughed,And through the leaves the moon's unmeaning ...
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 ...
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) ...
Fulfilment (John Freeman Poems)
Happy are they whom men and women love,And you were happy as a river that flowsDown between lonely hills, and ...
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 ...
Talk (John Freeman Poems)
So many were there talking that I heardNothing at first quite plain, as I sat down;Until from this man's gibe ...
Time From His Grave (John Freeman Poems)
When the south-west wind cameThe air grew bright and sweet, as though a flameHad cleansed the world of winter. The ...
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 ...
The Brightness (John Freeman Poems)
Away, away--Through that strange void and vastBrimmed with dying day;Away,So that I feelOnly the windOf the world's swift-rolling wheel.See what ...
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 ...
The Herd (John Freeman Poems)
The roaming sheep, forbidden to roam far,Were stayed within the shadow of his eye.The sheep-dog on that unseen shadow's edgeMoved, ...
The Kestrel (John Freeman Poems)
In a great western wind we climbed the hillAnd saw the clouds run up, ride high and sink;And there were ...
The Flute (John Freeman Poems)
It was a night of smell and dewWhen very old things seemed how new;When speech was softest in the stillAir ...
Change (John Freeman Poems)
A late and lonely figure stains the snow, Into the thickening darkness dims and dies.Heavily homeward now the last rooks go, And ...
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 ...
The Idiot (John Freeman Poems)
He stands on the kerbWatching the street.He's always watching there,Listening to the beatOf time in the street,Listening to the thronging ...
When Childhood Died (John Freeman Poems)
I can recall the day When childhood died.I had grown thin and tall And eager-eyed.Such a false happiness Had seized me then;A child, ...
Absence (John Freeman Poems)
Distance no grace can lend you, but for meDistance yet magnifies your mystery.With you, and soon content, I ask how ...
Smoke (John Freeman Poems)
They stood like men that hear immortal speechMoving among their branches, and like treesWe stood and watched them, and in ...
Stay (John Freeman Poems)
Stay, thou desired one, stay!Brighten the curious darkness of the world.Cold through the chill dark swings the sleeping world,Sense-heavy, dreaming ...
Prayer To My Lord (John Freeman Poems)
If ever Thou didst love me, love me now, When round me beat the flattering vans of life, Kissing with rapid breath ...
Delight (John Freeman Poems)
Winter is fallen On the wretched grass,Dark winds have stolen All the colour that was.No leaf shivers:The bare boughs bend and creak ...
The Beam (John Freeman Poems)
The dead white on the fields' dead whiteTurned the peace to misery.Tall bony trees their wild arms thrustInto the cold ...
The Enemies (John Freeman Poems)
The angry windThat cursed at meWas nothing but an evil spriteVexed with any man's delight.And strange it seemedThat a dark ...
Dark And Strange (John Freeman Poems)
When first Love came, then was I but a boySwept with delirium of undreamt joy.Now Love comes to a man ...