Alan Seeger

(22 June 1888 - 4 July 1916 / New York City, New York)

Alan Seeger Poems

1. Sonnet Iv 1/1/2004
2. Sonnet Xiv 1/1/2004
3. Sonnet 01 1/1/2004
4. Sonnet Vi 1/1/2004
5. Sonnet 11 1/1/2004
6. Sonnet Ii 1/1/2004
7. Sonnet 10 1/1/2004
8. Sonnet 12 1/1/2004
9. Sonnet Viii 1/1/2004
10. Sonnet Xii 1/1/2004
11. Sonnet Vii 1/1/2004
12. Sonnet 02 1/1/2004
13. Sonnet X 1/1/2004
14. Sonnet 06 1/1/2004
15. Sonnet Ix 1/1/2004
16. Sonnet V 1/1/2004
17. Sonnet 07 1/1/2004
18. Sonnet Iii 1/1/2004
19. Sonnet I 1/1/2004
20. Sonnet Xiii 1/1/2004
21. Sonnet 08 1/1/2004
22. The Nympholept 1/1/2004
23. Tezcotzinco 1/1/2004
24. Vivien 1/1/2004
25. Sonnet Xv 1/1/2004
26. Virginibus Puerisque . . . 1/1/2004
27. Sonnet Xi 1/1/2004
28. To England At The Outbreak Of The Balkan War 1/1/2004
29. Sonnet 05 1/1/2004
30. Sonnet 04 1/1/2004
31. Written In A Volume Of The Comtesse De Noailles 1/1/2004
32. The Old Lowe House, Staten Island 1/1/2004
33. Sonnet 03 1/1/2004
34. The Torture Of Cuauhtemoc 1/1/2004
35. Fragments 1/1/2004
36. On The Cliffs, Newport 1/1/2004
37. Tithonus 1/1/2004
38. El Extraviado 1/1/2004
39. The Aisne 1/1/2004
40. Antinous 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Alan Seeger

I Have A Rendezvous With Death

I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.

God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk ...

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The Rendezvous

He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour.
Distant, across the thundering organ-swell,
In sweet discord from the cathedral-tower,
Fall the faint chimes and the thrice-sequent bell.
Over the crowd his eye uneasy roves.
He sees a plume, a fur; his heart dilates --
Soars . . . and then sinks again. It is not hers he loves.
She will not come, the woman that he waits.

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