Clive Staples Lewis
Poems of Clive Staples Lewis
|21.||Le Roi S’Amuse||3/21/2012|
|23.||Milton Read Again (in Surrey)||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|
|32.||Prelude to Space||1/1/2004|
|35.||Song of the Pilgrims||3/21/2012|
|37.||The Autumn Morning||3/21/2012|
|39.||The Country of the Blind||1/1/2004|
|40.||The Future of Forestry||3/21/2012|
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.