A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963)
Darkness had stretched its colour,
Deep blue across the pane:
No cloud to make night duller,
No moon with its tarnish stain;
But only here and there a star,
One sharp point of frosty fire,
Hanging infinitely far
In mockery of our life and death
And all our small desire.
Now in this hour of waking
From under brows of stone,
A new pale day is breaking
And the deep night is gone.
Sordid now, and mean and small
The daylight world is seen again,
With only the veils of mist that fall
Deaf and muffling over all
To hide its ugliness and pain.
But to-day this dawn of meanness
Shines in my eyes, as when
The new world’s brightness and cleanness
Broke on the first of men.
For the light that shows the huddled things
Of this close-pressing earth,
Shines also on your face and brings
All its dear beauty back to me
In a new miracle of birth.
I see you asleep and unpassioned,
White-faced in the dusk of your hair–
Your beauty so fleetingly fashioned
That it filled me once with despair
To look on its exquisite transience
And think that our love and thought and laughter
Puff out with the death of our flickering sense,
While we pass ever on and away
Towards some blank hereafter.
But now I am happy, knowing
That swift time is our friend,
And that our love’s passionate glowing,
Though it turn ash in the end,
Is a rose of fire that must blossom its way
Through temporal stuff, nor else could be
More than a nothing. Into day
The boundless spaces of night contract
And in your opening eyes I see
Night born in day, in time eternity.
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External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
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Poems in English
- I Awake and Choose To Live by P.J.Reed
- I Am Me by Patrick Neo Mabiletsa
- I am Ireland by Patrick Pearse
- I Am In Pain For You by Patrick Neo Mabiletsa
- HEAL ME by WALID SABA
- Ghost Girl by P.J.Reed
- Full Moon by Walid Saba
- Expressive Moments by Pamela Griffiths
- Expectations by Pamela Griffiths
- Epic by Patrick Kavanagh
- Drowning. Not Waving by P.J.Reed
- Don’t Need Anything by Pat Mullan
- Dinner Date by P.J.Reed
- Detached Living by P.J.Reed
- Desire # 4 by Patricia Fargnoli
- Décembre austral by Patryck Froissart
- Death Fugue by Paul Celan
- Deaf Mute in the Pear Tree by P. K. Page
- Crystal by Paul Celan
- Corona by Paul Celan
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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.