A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916)
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces,
The night we wandered off under the third moon’s rays
And, leaving far behind bright streets and busy places,
Stood where the Seine flowed down between its quiet quais?
The city’s voice was hushed; the placid, lustrous waters
Mirrored the walls across where orange windows burned.
Out of the starry south provoking rumors brought us
Far promise of the spring already northward turned.
And breast drew near to breast, and round its soft desire
My arm uncertain stole and clung there unrepelled.
I thought that nevermore my heart would hover nigher
To the last flower of bliss that Nature’s garden held.
There, in your beauty’s sweet abandonment to pleasure,
The mute, half-open lips and tender, wondering eyes,
I saw embodied first smile back on me the treasure
Long sought across the seas and back of summer skies.
Dear face, when courted Death shall claim my limbs and find them
Laid in some desert place, alone or where the tides
Of war’s tumultuous waves on the wet sands behind them
Leave rifts of gasping life when their red flood subsides,
Out of the past’s remote delirious abysses
Shine forth once more as then you shone, — beloved head,
Laid back in ecstasy between our blinding kisses,
Transfigured with the bliss of being so coveted.
And my sick arms will part, and though hot fever sear it,
My mouth will curve again with the old, tender flame.
And darkness will come down, still finding in my spirit
The dream of your brief love, and on my lips your name.
II
You loved me on that moonlit night long since.
You were my queen and I the charming prince
Elected from a world of mortal men.
You loved me once. . . . What pity was it, then,
You loved not Love. . . . Deep in the emerald west,
Like a returning caravel caressed
By breezes that load all the ambient airs
With clinging fragrance of the bales it bears
From harbors where the caravans come down,
I see over the roof-tops of the town
The new moon back again, but shall not see
The joy that once it had in store for me,
Nor know again the voice upon the stair,
The little studio in the candle-glare,
And all that makes in word and touch and glance
The bliss of the first nights of a romance
When will to love and be beloved casts out
The want to question or the will to doubt.
You loved me once. . . . Under the western seas
The pale moon settles and the Pleiades.
The firelight sinks; outside the night-winds moan —
The hour advances, and I sleep alone.
III
Farewell, dear heart, enough of vain despairing!
If I have erred I plead but one excuse —
The jewel were a lesser joy in wearing
That cost a lesser agony to lose.
I had not bid for beautifuller hours
Had I not found the door so near unsealed,
Nor hoped, had you not filled my arms with flowers,
For that one flower that bloomed too far afield.
If I have wept, it was because, forsaken,
I felt perhaps more poignantly than some
The blank eternity from which we waken
And all the blank eternity to come.
And I betrayed how sweet a thing and tender
(In the regret with which my lip was curled)
Seemed in its tragic, momentary splendor
My transit through the beauty of the world.
A few random poems:
- Sonnet 147: My love is as a fever, longing still by William Shakespeare
- Eyes Look Into The Well by W H Auden
- The Princess (The Conclusion) poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Resolved To Be Loved
- Владимир Высоцкий – Утренняя гимнастика
- Николай Карамзин – Анакреонтические стихи А. А. Петрову
- A Magic Moment I Remember poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Юлия Друнина – В семнадцать
- Виктор Гончаров – Когда тебя бессонной ночью
- Kadambari by Raj Arumugam
- complete text of the discovery of Kama Sutra by Raj Arumugam
- Kite by Vattacharja Chandan
- UNDECIPHERABLE by Satish Verma
- Ruth by Thomas Hood
- Style Ideas For Vests For Women
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
- The Rowing Song by Roald Dahl
- The Crocodile by Roald Dahl
- St Ives by Roald Dahl
- Violet Beauregarde… by Roald Dahl
- “Veruca Salt…” by Roald Dahl
- My teacher wasn’t half as nice as yours seems to be by Roald Dahl
- “Mike Teavee…” by Roald Dahl
- Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf by Roald Dahl
- I’ve Got a Golden Ticket by Roald Dahl
- I had a little nut-tree, by Roald Dahl
- Hot and Cold by Roald Dahl
- “Goldie Pinklesweet…” by Roald Dahl
- Excerpt – “Goldilocks and the Three Bears” by Roald Dahl
- Augustus Gloop… by Roald Dahl
- Of Myself – the Essay and Poems on Myself by Abraham Cowley
- Poets
- On the Danger of Procrastination by Abraham Cowley
- ON THE SHORTNESS OF LIFE AND UNCERTAINTY OF RICHES by Abraham Cowley
- CLAUDIAN’S OLD MAN OF VERONA by Abraham Cowley
- THE DANGERS OF AN HONEST MAN IN MUCH COMPANY by Abraham Cowley
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The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Alan Seeger (1888-1916) was an American war poet who fought and died in World War I during the Battle of the Somme, serving in the French Foreign Legion. Seeger was the brother of Charles Seeger, a noted American pacifist and musicologist and the uncle of folk musician, Pete Seeger.