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").
The Coming Of The Rauparaha
BLUE, the wreaths of smoke, like drooping bannersFrom the flaming battlements of sunsetHung suspended; and within his whareHipe, last of..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Maoriland
MAORILAND, my mother!Holds the earth so fair another?O, my land of the moa and Maori ,Garlanded grand with your forests of kauri ,Lone you stand..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Afterwards
NOW that our pathways sever here,And mine slopes down across the night,Whence I shall see you burning clearA beacon on the mountain-height—Now that..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Satana
SHE draws all men to serve her, and her lureIs her pulsating human loveliness—The beauty of her bosom's rippling lines,The passion pleading in her..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The World Has Grown So Grey
THE world has grown so grey, love,The weary world so wide;And autumn seems to stay, love—'T was autumn when you died.And everything is strange and..
© Arthur Henry Adams
To My Love
“PAINT me,” you said, “a poem; give to meA breathing thought that I may keep to kiss!”While that low laugh that aye a mandate isNestled upon your..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Sunset
WHAT horror lurked within the First Man's brainAs downward to the West the Sun-god stepped,And paused upon the hill-ridge, ere he leaptHeadlong into..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Sydney Nocturnes
From The North Shore.TO Day she would not show her charms;But now the Night beseeches,A white reproach of wistful armsOver the bay she reaches.Upon..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Man And Woman
[ According to Maori mythology, the god Tiki created Man by taking a piece of clay and moistening it with his own blood. Woman was the offspring of a..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Poet To Be Yet
NOT he who sings smooth songs that soothe—Sweet opiates that lull asleepThe sorrow that would only weep;There are some spirit-stains so deepThat only..
© Arthur Henry Adams
In Hyde Park
The white mist walks between the treesIn silver gown;Her mystic floating draperiesThe branches drown;And lurking there with eager leerAnd wonder..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Reaper
The world is drowsy, the winds asleep,On the sward of the sky the star-blossoms peep,And the grey Moon moves with his silver scytheThe pallid flowers..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Anarchist
THE dawn hangs heavy on the distant hill,The darkness shudders slowly into light;And from the weary bosom of the nightThe pent winds sigh, then sink..
© Arthur Henry Adams
A Question
AND so in the death-darkened chamber they met,The woman that once he had loved and the one he loved yet—The wife who had warped his desire and the..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Garden Of The Sea
THE infinite garden of the sea is HisTo play in. Gravely smiling He resignsTo man his choice—this rugged plot of earth,Watches man tear it with his..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Epitaph
The Earth Speaks:HUSH! he drowses, drowses deep,While my quiet arms I keepClose about him in his sleep.Once he glanced at me aghast,Shuddered from my..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Other Verses
Myself—My Song.HERE, aloof, I take my stand—Alien, iconoclast—Poet of a newer land,Confident, aggressive, lonely,Product of the present only,Thinking..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Perfect Present
SO I have kissed you! And this hour is mine.Its light along the level future lasts,It crowns a drab eternity of Pasts!Here soul and soul have crossed..
© Arthur Henry Adams
A.D. 19—?
AS in some quiet city bathed in sleep,Where like a kiss the twilight lingereth,When suddenly the earth stirs far beneath—Just moves, then pauses—and..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Song
TO a woman's wistful heartIn a startled wave of feeling,Swift and sudden,Sweeps love's flood in,Joy with fear in rapture reeling;Scathe and sorrow..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Wonderful Aussie Waler
When Allenby's Army smashed the TurkWho was the bloke who did all the workThe Aussie knows and he'll tell you straightThat most of the job was done..
© Arthur Henry Adams
A Woman's Farewell
SO with this farewell kiss I taste at lastThe all of life; the Future and the PastUpon your dear lips dwell.Love will not come again, though I..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Dwellings Of Our Dead
They lie unwatched, in waste and vacant places,In sombre bush or wind-swept tussock spaces,Where seldom human treadAnd never human trace is—The..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Dawn
Far in the Eastern passage-way a sudden light;The stone that blocked the sepulchre is backward rolled;And down into the fœtid, stifling vault of..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Love And Life
I.AS some faint wisp of fragrance, floating wide—A pennant-perfume on the evening air—From a walled garden, flower-filled and fair,To drape a sudden..
© Arthur Henry Adams