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").
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
Blossom
A LONE rose in a garden burned—a quivering flame,But yesterday blindly from out the bud it came;And now an envious wind with itching fingers leantAnd..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Storm And The Bush
There are only two things in the world—The storm in the air and the stretch of green leaves;The flesh of the forest that quivers and heavesAs the..
© Arthur Henry Adams
On The Plains
ALONE with the silence, the sun and sky,Full length on the tussocky plain I lie:An ocean of yellow from east to westStill rolling and sweeping, far..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Grey Eyes
SHE glanced across the path to me,Grey eyes!Her looks were kisses plain to see.I gave her glances back to her—Glad eyes!She saw the lifting of..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Pansy: Song-Words
IN a crooked angleOf a garden bower,'Neath a weedy tangleGrew a modest flower;Unpretending, unoffending,Gifted but with fancy,Unassuming in his..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Reminiscence
I STAND in old Earth's presence; over allThe warm, pervading sunshine seems to printLife and the Present; and there is no glintOf white bones from..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The New Woman
THE stone that all the sullen centuries,With sluggish hands and massive fingers rude,Against the sepulchre of womanhoodHad sternly held, she has..
© Arthur Henry Adams
On The Sands
ALL the air was tranced and the sea was stilled,And we stood and dreamed of a world to be.When it seemed to me that our souls were thrilledWith a..
© Arthur Henry Adams