John Freeman (1880-1929 / England)
Poems of John Freeman
|2.||Against The Cold Pale Sky||9/24/2010|
|3.||All That I Was I Am||9/24/2010|
|4.||Alone And Cold||9/24/2010|
|6.||At Evening's Hush||9/24/2010|
|7.||At The Dock||9/24/2010|
|9.||Beyond The Barn||9/24/2010|
|10.||Bring Your Beauty||9/24/2010|
|11.||But Most Thy Light||9/24/2010|
|16.||Dark And Strange||9/24/2010|
|20.||Earth To Earth||9/24/2010|
All That I Was I Am
Hateful it seems now, yet was I not happy?
Starved of the things I loved, I did not know
I loved them, and was happy lacking them.
If bitterness comes now (and that is hell)
It is when I forget that I was happy,
Accusing Fate, that sits and nods and laughs,
Because I was not born a bird or tree.
Let accusation sleep, lest God's own finger
Point angry from the cloud in which He hides.