Frederic Manning Poems

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1.
Grotesque

These are the damned circles Dante trod,
Terrible in hopelessness,
But even skulls have their humour,
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2.
Kore

Yea, she hath passed hereby, and blessed the sheaves,
And the great garths, and stacks, and quiet farms,
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3.
The Trenches

Endless lanes sunken in the clay,
Bays, and traverses, fringed with wasted herbage,
Seed-pods of blue scabious, and some lingering blooms;
And the sky, seen as from a well,
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4.
Leaves

A frail and tenuous mist lingers on baffled and intricate branches;
Little gilt leaves are still, for quietness holds every bough;
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5.
At Even

Hush ye! Hush ye! My babe is sleeping.
Hush, ye winds, that are full of sorrow!
Hush, ye rains, from your weary weeping!
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6.
The Sign

We are here in a wood of little beeches:
And the leaves are like black lace
Against a sky of nacre.
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