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:
- We Are To Play The Game Of Death by Rabindranath Tagore
- For P’ei Ti by Wang Wei
- Ford o’ Kabul River by Rudyard Kipling
- Robert Burns: Bonie Dundee:
- Sonnet 151: Love is too young to know what conscience is by William Shakespeare
- Кондратий Рылеев – К портрету
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 44. She Is Far From the Land. Томас Мур.
- The Evenèn Star O’ Zummer by William Barnes
- Юлия Друнина – Я порою себя ощущаю связной
- Cold Eyes by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Crapulous Impression
- Messalina poem – Alfred Austin
- One Day You Will Miss Me.. by Rahul S
- little Sara’s sleep by Raj Arumugam
- ah poor moon by Raj Arumugam
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
- Book Leaf by Shaunna Harper
- Blue Period by Shaunna Harper
- Amoraphobia by Shaunna Harper
- A Eulogy by Shaunna Harper
- Welcome To My World © by Shannen Wrass
- Time Out To Cry by Shannen Wrass
- The Wrath of Love by Shawn Ervin
- The Voice of Woman by Shahida Latif
- The Victory by Shahida Latif
- The Spring passing away by Shailendra Chauhan
- The Ineffectual Dives by Shahida Latif
- The Earth Trembles by Shahida Latif
- The Demon by Shawn Ervin
- The Callous Statues by Shahida Latif
- Sheppard’s Quest by Shawn Ervin
- Selfish World, Selfish People by Shahbaz Khan
- Repentance by Shailendra Chauhan
- “Wishing to float” by Seema Gupta
- Serendipity by Seema Gupta
- Tiny Warrior by Sharmagne Leland-St. John
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
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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.