Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Good-Bye
The last of last words spoken is, Good-bye -The last dismantled flower in the weed-grown hedge,The last thin rumour of a feeble bell far ringing,The..
© Walter de la Mare
At Ease
Most wounds can Time repair;But some are mortal -- these:For a broken heart there is no balm,No cure for a heart at ease --At ease, but cold as..
© Walter de la Mare
The Song Of Shadows
"Sweep thy faint strings, Musician,With thy long lean hand;Downward the starry tapers burn,Sinks soft the waning sand;The old hound whimpers couched..
© Walter de la Mare
Snow
No breath of wind,No gleam of sun –Still the white snowWhirls softly downTwig and boughAnd blade and thornAll in an icyQuiet, forlorn.Whispering..
© Walter de la Mare
As I Was Walking
As I was walking,Thyme sweet to my nose,Green grasshoppers talking,Rose rivalling rose:And wing, like amber,Dispread in light,As from bush to..
© Walter de la Mare
Winter
Clouded with snowThe cold winds blow,And shrill on leafless boughThe robin with its burning breastAlone sings now.The rayless sun,Day's journey..
© Walter de la Mare
Off The Ground
Three jolly FarmersOnce bet a poundEach dance the others wouldOff the ground.Out of their coatsThey slipped right soon,And neat and nicesomePut each..
© Walter de la Mare
AUTUMN (November)
There is a wind where the rose was,Cold rain where sweet grass was,And clouds like sheepStream o'er the steepGrey skies where the lark was.Nought..
© Walter de la Mare
Tartary
If I were Lord of Tartary,Myself, and me alone,My bed should be of ivory,Of beaten gold my throne;And in my court should peacocks flaunt,And in my..
© Walter de la Mare
All That's Past
Very old are the woods;And the buds that breakOut of the brier's boughs,When March winds wake,So old with their beauty are--Oh, no man knowsThrough..
© Walter de la Mare
An Epitaph
Here lies a most beautiful lady,Light of step and heart was she;I think she was the most beautiful ladyThat ever was in the West Country.But beauty..
© Walter de la Mare
All But Blind
All but blindIn his chambered hole,Gropes for wormsThe four-clawed mole.All but blindIn the evening sky,The hooded BatTwirls softly by.All but..
© Walter de la Mare
Arabia
Far are the shades of Arabia,Where the Princes ride at noon,'Mid the verdurous vales and thickets,Under the ghost of the moon;And so dark is that..
© Walter de la Mare
A Song Of Enchantment
A song of Enchantment I sang me there,In a green-green wood, by waters fair,Just as the words came up to meI sang it under the wild wood..
© Walter de la Mare
Alone
The abode of the nightingale is bare,Flowered frost congeals in the gelid air,The fox howls from his frozen lair:Alas, my loved one is gone,I am..
© Walter de la Mare
Bones
Said Mr. Smith, “I really cannotTell you, Dr. Jones—The most peculiar pain I’m in—I think it’s in my bones.”Said Dr. Jones, “Oh, Mr. Smith,That’s..
© Walter de la Mare
Nicholas Nye
Thistle and darnell and dock grew there,And a bush, in the corner, of may,On the orchard wall I used to sprawlIn the blazing heat of the day;Half..
© Walter de la Mare
The Ghost
Peace in thy hands,Peace in thine eyes,Peace on thy brow;Flower of a moment in the eternal hour,Peace with me now.Not a wave breaks,Not a bird..
© Walter de la Mare
Music
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;Her flowers in vision flame, her forest treesLift burdened..
© Walter de la Mare
Some One
Some one came knockingAt my wee, small door;Someone came knocking;I'm sure-sure-sure;I listened, I opened,I looked to left and right,But nought there..
© Walter de la Mare
Silver
Slowly, silently, now the moonWalks the night in her silver shoon;This way, and that, she peers, and seesSilver fruit upon silver trees;One by one..
© Walter de la Mare
The Listeners
'Is there anybody there? ' said the Traveller,Knocking on the moonlit door;And his horse in the silence champed the grassOf the forest's ferny..
© Walter de la Mare
American Sky
Under the vast American sky,Our flag begins to sway,Its colors bold, its message clear,On this bright Flag Day.It speaks of strength in unity,Of..
© Flag Day USA
Threads of Freedom
The flag is stitched with memories,With stories deep and long—Of settlers, soldiers, dreamers,Of right against the wrong.Each thread holds..
© Flag Day USA
The Flag’s Quiet Song
It sings without a single sound,Yet all of us can hearA song of pride, of sacrifice,Of triumph over fear.It waves above our city streets,It stands by..
© Flag Day USA