Clive Staples Lewis

[C.S.] (29 November 1898 – 22 November 1963 / Belfast)

Clive Staples Lewis Poems

1. After Prayers, Lie Cold 1/1/2004
2. Alexandrines 3/21/2012
3. An Expostulation 1/1/2004
4. Apology 3/21/2012
5. As The Ruin Falls 1/1/2004
6. Ballade Mystique 3/21/2012
7. Cliche Came Out Of Its Cage 1/1/2004
8. De Profundis 3/21/2012
9. Death In Battle 3/21/2012
10. Dungeon Grates 3/21/2012
11. Evolutionary Hymn 1/1/2004
12. French Nocturne (Monchy-Le-Preux) 3/21/2012
13. Here The Whole World 3/21/2012
14. Hesperus 3/21/2012
15. How He Saw Angus, The God 3/21/2012
16. Hymn (For Boys' Voices) 3/21/2012
17. In Praise Of Solid People 3/21/2012
18. In Prison 3/21/2012
19. Irish Nocturne 3/21/2012
20. L’apprenti Sorcier 3/21/2012
21. Le Roi S’amuse 3/21/2012
22. Lullaby 3/21/2012
23. Milton Read Again (In Surrey) 3/21/2012
24. Night 3/21/2012
25. Night (Ii) 3/21/2012
26. Noon 3/21/2012
27. Ode For New Year's Day 3/21/2012
28. On A Vulgar Error 1/1/2004
29. On Being Human 1/1/2004
30. Our Daily Bread 3/21/2012
31. Oxford 3/21/2012
32. Prelude To Space 1/1/2004
33. Re-Adjustment 1/1/2004
34. Science-Fiction Cradlesong 1/1/2004
35. Song Of The Pilgrims 3/21/2012
36. The Ass 3/21/2012
37. The Autumn Morning 3/21/2012
38. The Condemned 1/1/2004
39. The Country Of The Blind 1/1/2004
40. The Future Of Forestry 3/21/2012
Best Poem of Clive Staples Lewis

As The Ruin Falls

All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.
I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through:
I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.

Peace, re-assurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek,
I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin:
I talk of love --a scholar's parrot may talk Greek--
But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin.

Only that now you have taught me (but how late) my lack.
I see the chasm. And everything you are was making
My heart into a bridge by which I might get ...

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An Expostulation

Against too many writers of science fiction

Why did you lure us on like this,
Light-year on light-year, through the abyss,
Building (as though we cared for size!)
Empires that cover galaxies
If at the journey's end we find
The same old stuff we left behind,
Well-worn Tellurian stories of

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