Clive Staples Lewis

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

Clive Staples Lewis Poems

41. The Meteorite 1/1/2004
42. The Ocean Strand 3/21/2012
43. The Philosopher 3/21/2012
44. The Satyr 3/21/2012
45. The Spook 3/21/2012
46. The Star-Bath 3/21/2012
47. The Witch 3/21/2012
48. To Sleep 3/21/2012
49. Tu Ne Quaesieris 3/21/2012
50. Victory 3/21/2012
51. World's Desire 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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