A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916)
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so
Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves,
Back of old-storied spires and architraves
To watch Arcturus rise or Fomalhaut,
And roused by street-cries in strange tongues when day
Flooded with gold some domed metropolis,
Between new towers to waken and new bliss
Spread on his pillow in a wondrous way:
These were his joys. Oft under bulging crates,
Coming to market with his morning load,
The peasant found him early on his road
To greet the sunrise at the city-gates,—
There where the meadows waken in its rays,
Golden with mist, and the great roads commence,
And backward, where the chimney-tops are dense,
Cathedral-arches glimmer through the haze.
White dunes that breaking show a strip of sea,
A plowman and his team against the blue
Swiss pastures musical with cowbells, too,
And poplar-lined canals in Picardie,
And coast-towns where the vultures back and forth
Sail in the clear depths of the tropic sky,
And swallows in the sunset where they fly
Over gray Gothic cities in the north,
And the wine-cellar and the chorus there,
The dance-hall and a face among the crowd,—
Were all delights that made him sing aloud
For joy to sojourn in a world so fair.
Back of his footsteps as he journeyed fell
Range after range; ahead blue hills emerged.
Before him tireless to applaud it surged
The sweet interminable spectacle.
And like the west behind a sundown sea
Shone the past joys his memory retraced,
And bright as the blue east he always faced
Beckoned the loves and joys that were to be.
From every branch a blossom for his brow
He gathered, singing down Life’s flower-lined road,
And youth impelled his spirit as he strode
Like winged Victory on the galley’s prow.
That Loveliness whose being sun and star,
Green Earth and dawn and amber evening robe,
That lamp whereof the opalescent globe
The season’s emulative splendors are,
That veiled divinity whose beams transpire
From every pore of universal space,
As the fair soul illumes the lovely face—
That was his guest, his passion, his desire.
His heart the love of Beauty held as hides
One gem most pure a casket of pure gold.
It was too rich a lesser thing to bold;
It was not large enough for aught besides.
A few random poems:
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- Hyperion. Book I poem – John Keats poems
- If by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Близ берегов
- Аля Кудряшева – Помнишь, как это
- Quiet by Tony Hoagland
- Омар Хайям – Ад и рай
- A Boundless Moment by Robert Frost
- April 18 by Sylvia Plath
- Lincoln by Vachel Lindsay
- Robert Burns: The True Loyal Natives:
- If Only
- Day’s End by Tu Fu
- Reason Use It Divine Matters
- The Soul’s Prayer by Sarojini Naidu
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
- Holding On by Satish Verma
- Hepatica by Satish Verma
- Haltering by Satish Verma
- Half-Man by Satish Verma
- Gyrations by Satish Verma
- Green Circle by Satish Verma
- Gray Dawn by Satish Verma
- Glitches by Satish Verma
- GESTURES by Satish Verma
- Furious Wounds by Satish Verma
- Flirting by Satish Verma
- Flickering Dream by Satish Verma
- Fierce Mooning by Satish Verma
- Father’s Day by Satish Verma
- Faces by Satish Verma
- EXISTENTIAL DILEMMMA by Satish Verma
- Eternal Drift by Satish Verma
- Entranced by Satish Verma
- Enigmatic by Satish Verma
- Engagements by Satish Verma
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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
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.