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").
Cautionary Tales For Children: Introduction
And is it True? It is not True.And if it were it wouldn’t do,For people such as me and youWho pretty nearly all day longAre doing something rather..
© Hilaire Belloc
Because My Faltering Feet
Because my faltering feet may fail to dareThe first descendant of the steps of HellGive me the Word in time that triumphs there.I too must pass into..
© Hilaire Belloc
Ballade To Our Lady Of Czestochowa
ILady and Queen and Mystery manifoldAnd very Regent of the untroubled sky,Whom in a dream St. Hilda did beholdAnd heard a woodland music passing..
© Hilaire Belloc
Ballade Of Modest Confession
My reading is extremely deep and wide;And as our modern education goes—Unique I think, and skilfully appliedTo Art and Industry and Autres..
© Hilaire Belloc
An Author’s Hope
When I am dead, I hope it may be said:‘His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.’
© Hilaire Belloc
Algernon
Who played with a Loaded Gun, and, on missing his Sister was reprimanded byhis Father.Young Algernon, the Doctor's Son,Was playing with a Loaded..
© Hilaire Belloc
A Trinity
Of three in One and One in threeMy narrow mind would doubting beTill Beauty, Grace and Kindness metAnd all at once were Juliet.
© Hilaire Belloc
A Moral Alphabet (Excerpt)
D: The Dreadful Dinotherium heWill have to do his best for D.The early world observed with aweHis back, indented like a saw.His look was gay, his..
© Hilaire Belloc
[month Of] September
I, from a window where the Meuse is wide,Looked eastward out to the September night;The men that in the hopeless battle diedRose, and deployed, and..
© Hilaire Belloc
[month Of] October
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's faceBurn, burn against the sunset; now the coldInvades our very noon: the year's grown old,Mornings are..
© Hilaire Belloc
[month Of] October
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's faceBurn, burn against the sunset; now the coldInvades our very noon: the year's grown old,Mornings are..
© Hilaire Belloc
[month Of] November
November is that historied Emperor,Conquered in age, but foot to foot with fate,Who from his refuge high has heard the roarOf squadrons in pursuit..
© Hilaire Belloc
[month Of] May
This is the laughing-eyed amongst them all:My lady's month. A season of young things.She rules the light with harmony, and bringsThe year's first..
© Hilaire Belloc
[month Of] March
The north-cast wind has come from Norroway,Roaring he came above the white waves' tips!The foam of the loud sea was on his lips,And all his hair was..
© Hilaire Belloc
[month Of] June
Rise up, and do begin the day's adorning;The Summer dark is but the dawn of day.The last of sunset fades into the morning,The morning calls you from..
© Hilaire Belloc
[month Of] January
It freezes- all across a soundless skyThe birds go home. The governing dark's begun:The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun;The ultimate dark..
© Hilaire Belloc
[month Of] February
The winter moon has such a quiet carThat all the winter nights are dumb with rest.She drives the gradual dark with drooping crest,And dreams go..
© Hilaire Belloc
[month Of] December
Hoar Time about the house betakes him slow,Seeking an entry for his weariness.And in that dreadful company distressAnd the sad night with silent..
© Hilaire Belloc
[month Of] August
The soldier month, the bulwark of the year,That never more shall hear such victories told;He stands apparent with his heaven-high spear,And helmeted..
© Hilaire Belloc
[month Of] April
The stranger warmth of the young sun obeying,Look! little beads of green begin to grow,And hidden flowers have dated their tops to showWhere late..
© Hilaire Belloc
[month Of) July
The Kings come riding back from the Crusade,The purple Kings and all their mounted men;They fill the street with clamorous cavalcade;The Kings have..
© Hilaire Belloc
January Drought
By Conor O'CallaghanIt needn’t be tinder, this juncture of the year, a cigarette second guessed from car to brush. The woods’ parchment is..
© New Year’s Day
A Pumpkin at New Year’s
By Sandra McPhersonHeads were rolling down the highway in high slat trucks. I knew it was time to buy you and found you,The last sphere unscarred..
© New Year’s Day
Grayed In
By Martha CollinsJanuary 20091Snow fallen, another goinggone, new come in, openthe door: each night I growyoung, my friends are..
© New Year’s Day
Year’s End Play Audio
By Richard WilburNow winter downs the dying of the year, And night is all a settlement of snow;From the soft street the rooms of houses show A..
© New Year’s Day