All Poems
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Millenial Hymn to Lord Shiva
© Kathleen Raine
Earth no longer
hymns the Creator,
the seven days of wonder,
the Garden is over
The Sun-Dial at Wells College
© Henry Van Dyke
The shadow by my finger cast
Divides the future from the past:
Love Poem
© Kathleen Raine
Here, where I trace your body with my hand,
Love's presence has no end;
For these, your arms that hold me, are the world's.
In us, the continents, clouds and oceans meet
Our arbitrary selves, extensive with the night,
Lost, in the heart's worship, and the body's sleep.
A Ballad Of The French Fleet. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A fleet with flags arrayed
Sailed from the port of Brest,
Lenten Flowers
© Kathleen Raine
Primrose, anemone, bluebell, moss
Grow in the Kingdom of the CrossAnd the ash-tree's purple bud
Dresses the spear that sheds his blood.With the thorns that pierce his brow
Soft encircling petals growFor in each flower the secret lies
Another Spring
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
If I might see another Spring
I'd not plant summer flowers and wait:
Lament
© Kathleen Raine
Where are those dazzling hills touched by the sun,
Those crags in childhood that I used to climb?
Hidden, hidden under mist is yonder mountain,
Hidden is the heart.
Ode on Intimations of Immortality
© William Wordsworth
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight
In the Beck
© Kathleen Raine
There is a fish, that quivers in the pool,
itself a shadow, but its shadow, clear.
Catch it again and again, it still is there.
The Two Rivers
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Slowly the hour-hand of the clock moves round;
So slowly that no human eye hath power
Heroes
© Kathleen Raine
This war's dead heroes, who has seen them?
They rise in smoke above the burning city,
Faint clouds, dissolving into sky
Harvest
© Kathleen Raine
Day is the hero's shield,
Achilles' field,
The light days are the angels.
We the seed.
Marginal Note
© James Phillip McAuley
A ray of light, to an oblique observer,
Remains invisible in pure dry air;
But shone into a turbid element
It throws distracting side-gleams everywhere
Far-Darting Apollo
© Kathleen Raine
I saw the sun step like a gentleman
Dressed in black and proud as sin.
I saw the sun walk across London
Like a young M. P., risen to the occasion.
Help
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Dream not, O Soul, that easy is the task
Thus set before thee. If it proves at length,
Robert the Bruce (To Douglas in Dying)
© Edwin Muir
'MY life is done, yet all remains,
The breath has gone, the image not,
From the Antique
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
It's a weary life, it is, she said:
Doubly blank in a woman's lot:
I wish and I wish I were a man:
Or, better then any being, were not:
