Alan Seeger

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

Alan Seeger Poems

1. A Message To America 1/1/2004
2. After An Epigram Of Clement Marot 1/1/2004
3. All That's Not Love . . . 1/1/2004
4. An Ode To Antares 1/1/2004
5. Antinous 1/1/2004
6. Ariosto. Orlando Furioso, Canto X, 91-99 1/1/2004
7. At The Tomb Of Napoleon 1/1/2004
8. Bellinglise 1/1/2004
9. Broceliande 1/1/2004
10. Champagne, 1914-15 1/3/2003
11. Coucy 1/1/2004
12. Do You Remember Once . . . 1/1/2004
13. El Extraviado 1/1/2004
14. Eudaemon 1/1/2004
15. Fragments 1/1/2004
16. I Have A Rendezvous With Death 1/3/2003
17. I Loved... 1/1/2004
18. Juvenilia, An Ode To Natural Beauty 1/1/2004
19. Kyrenaikos 1/1/2004
20. La Nue 1/1/2004
21. Liebestod 1/1/2004
22. Lyonesse 1/1/2004
23. Maktoob 1/3/2003
24. Ode In Memory Of The American Volunteers Fallen For France 1/3/2003
25. On A Theme In The Greek Anthology 1/1/2004
26. On The Cliffs, Newport 1/1/2004
27. Paris 1/1/2004
28. Rendezvous 1/3/2003
29. Resurgam 1/1/2004
30. Sonnet 01 1/1/2004
31. Sonnet 02 1/1/2004
32. Sonnet 03 1/1/2004
33. Sonnet 04 1/1/2004
34. Sonnet 05 1/1/2004
35. Sonnet 06 1/1/2004
36. Sonnet 07 1/1/2004
37. Sonnet 08 1/1/2004
38. Sonnet 10 1/1/2004
39. Sonnet 11 1/1/2004
40. Sonnet 12 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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Sonnet 12

Clouds rosy-tinted in the setting sun,
Depths of the azure eastern sky between,
Plains where the poplar-bordered highways run,
Patched with a hundred tints of brown and green, --
Beauty of Earth, when in thy harmonies
The cannon's note has ceased to be a part,
I shall return once more and bring to these
The worship of an undivided heart.
Of those sweet potentialities that wait

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