Poems by Leon Gellert
To a Man who Wished to Die
... Then would I find you sad, who used to weep ...
Armageddon
... with strife the choking breath, ...
Memory
... To-night they told me you were dead, ...
Rapine
... Wet with his clasp, and wet with all her tears ...
The Diggers
... Theyre digging and singing and swiftly theyre swinging ...
The Change
... I hear men tell strange trembling tales ...
Through A Porthole
... You'd say the world was not unkind, but just ...
Cold!
... Lest my poor heart that knows the night ...
The Invocation Of Jealousy
... seat." Young Mothers tell their babies of rusted spears ...
The Death
... How long the valley looks-how long and deep! ...
The Soul Forsaken
... Antiquity: But mouths were mute, and eyes refused to see ...
Mockery
... And shudders round the cold grey stone: ...
The Brothers
... And how I feared that you were dead, ...
The Cross
... "they told me that my work of war was done ...
In The Trench
... That I'm strolling with my sheep ...
