A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963)
Once more the windless days are here,
Quiet of autumn, when the year
Halts and looks backward and draws breath
Before it plunges into death.
Silver of mist and gossamers,
Through-shine of noonday’s glassy gold,
Pale blue of skies, where nothing stirs
Save one blanched leaf, weary and old,
That over and over slowly falls
From the mute elm-trees, hanging on air
Like tattered flags along the walls
Of chapels deep in sunlit prayer.
Once more … Within its flawless glass
To-day reflects that other day,
When, under the bracken, on the grass,
We who were lovers happily lay
And hardly spoke, or framed a thought
That was not one with the calm hills
And crystal sky. Ourselves were nought,
Our gusty passions, our burning wills
Dissolved in boundlessness, and we
Were almost bodiless, almost free.
The wind has shattered silver and gold.
Night after night of sparkling cold,
Orion lifts his tangled feet
From where the tossing branches beat
In a fine surf against the sky.
So the trance ended, and we grew
Restless, we knew not how or why;
And there were sudden gusts that blew
Our dreaming banners into storm;
We wore the uncertain crumbling form
Of a brown swirl of windy leaves,
A phantom shape that stirs and heaves
Shuddering from earth, to fall again
With a dry whisper of withered rain.
Last, from the dead and shrunken days
We conjured spring, lighting the blaze
Of burnished tulips in the dark;
And from black frost we struck a spark
Of blue delight and fragrance new,
A little world of flowers and dew.
Winter for us was over and done:
The drought of fluttering leaves had grown
Emerald shining in the sun,
As light as glass, as firm as stone.
Real once more: for we had passed
Through passion into thought again;
Shaped our desires and made that fast
Which was before a cloudy pain;
Moulded the dimness, fixed, defined
In a fair statue, strong and free,
Twin bodies flaming into mind,
Poised on the brink of ecstasy.
A few random poems:
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 118. Contemplate all this work of Tim poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Юрий Верховский – Как раненый олень кидается в поток
- Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman
- Михаил Лермонтов – Черкесы
- Zellen Woone’s Honey To Buy Zome’hat Sweet by William Barnes
- Владимир Корнилов – На колоннаде
- Владимир Британишский – Дождик
- Les Roses de Sâdi poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Виктор Гусев – Октябрьский смотр
- Dream With Clam-Diggers by Sylvia Plath
- Chosen by William Butler Yeats
- To R. B. poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Fidelity by William Wordsworth
- Why Should Not Old Men Be Mad? by William Butler Yeats
- For Mêng Hao-jan by Wang Wei
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
- In Every Language by Rifat Ilgaz
- I’m Sexy and I Know It by Aiyah De Torres
- I Write a Poem by Aiyah De Torres
- Girl Child – An Alternate Reality by Rekha Seshadri
- Elusive Lover by Renu Ayyar
- Crows and Hawks by Richard Schiffman
- Clever Stalk by Richard Schiffman
- Buddies by Richard Schiffman
- Buddha at Kamakura by Rudyard Kipling
- Beyond Darkness And Despair by Renu Ayyar
- Before you go a little way prospecting by T. Wignesan
- Are You a Thinking Man? by Rifat Ilgaz
- A Lost Friend, I Never Had by Renu Ayyar
- A Goddess by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Vacation by Rita Dove
- Tonight she remembers by Rita Odessa Villaruel
- There Came a Soul by Rita Dove
- The Emotion Line by Rita Odessa Villaruel
- The Bistro Styx by Rita Dove
- The Secret Garden by Rita Dove
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
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Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works

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.