Adam Lindsay Gordon

(19 October 1833 – 24 June 1870 / Azores)

Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems

1. Thora's Song ('Ashtaroth') 1/1/2004
2. Wolf And Hound 1/1/2004
3. A Legend Of Madrid 2/26/2010
4. Confiteor 2/26/2010
5. From The Wreck 2/27/2010
6. Part I: Visions In The Smoke 2/27/2010
7. Part Ii: The Fields Of Coleraine 2/27/2010
8. Part Iii: Credat Judaeus Apella 2/27/2010
9. Part Iv: Banker’s Dream 2/27/2010
10. Part V: Ex Fumo Dare Lucem 2/27/2010
11. How We Beat The Favourite 2/27/2010
12. Early Adieux 2/26/2010
13. Fauconshawe 2/27/2010
14. Pastor Cum 2/27/2010
15. Podas Okus 2/27/2010
16. Quare Fatigasti 2/27/2010
17. The Feud: A Border Ballad 2/27/2010
18. The Rhyme Of Joyous Garde 2/27/2010
19. The Roll Of The Kettledrum 2/27/2010
20. Thick-Headed Thoughts 2/27/2010
21. To A Proud Beauty ('A Valentine') 2/27/2010
22. Unshriven 2/27/2010
23. By Flood And Field 2 2/27/2010
24. Zu Der Edlen Yagd 2/27/2010
25. In Utrumque Paratus 2/27/2010
26. Whisperings In Wattle-Boughs 2/27/2010
27. Cito Pede Preterit Aetas 2/27/2010
28. Bellona 3/3/2010
29. A Fragment 3/3/2010
30. Hippodromania; Or, Whiffs From The Pipe 9/7/2012
31. Fragmentary Scenes From The Road To Avernus 9/7/2012
32. Scene 1. A Castle In Normandy 9/7/2012
33. 'The Old Leaven' 9/7/2012
34. Scene 3. A Cliff On The Breton Coast, Overhanging The Sea 9/7/2012
35. To My Sister 3/3/2010
36. No Name 3/3/2010
37. By Wood And Wold 2/27/2010
38. Lex Talionis 2/27/2010
39. Borrow'D Plumes 2/26/2010
40. Sunlight On The Sea 2/27/2010
Best Poem of Adam Lindsay Gordon

The Swimmer

With short, sharp violent lights made vivid,
To the southward far as the sight can roam,
Only the swirl of the surges livid,
The seas that climb and the surfs that comb,
Only the crag and the cliff to nor'ward,
And rocks receding, and reefs flung forward,
And waifs wreck'd seaward and wasted shoreward
On shallows sheeted with flaming foam.

A grim grey coast and a seaboard ghastly,
And shores trod seldom by feet of men --
Where the batter'd hull and the broken mast lie
They have lain embedded these long years ten.
Love! when we wander'd here ...

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A Dedication

They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less
Of sound than of words,
In lands where bright blossoms are scentless,
And songless bright birds;
Where, with fire and fierce drought on her tresses,
Insatiable Summer oppresses
Sere woodlands and sad wildernesses,
And faint flocks and herds.
Where in drieariest days, when all dews end,

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