John Freeman Poems
|3.||Dark And Strange||9/24/2010|
|7.||Earth To Earth||9/24/2010|
|10.||Evening Beauty: Blackfriars||9/24/2010|
|12.||Fair And Brief||9/24/2010|
|17.||From Piccadilly In August||9/24/2010|
|18.||From Piccadilly In August||9/24/2010|
|19.||From Wear To Thames||9/24/2010|
|26.||Alone And Cold||9/24/2010|
|28.||At Evening's Hush||9/24/2010|
|29.||At The Dock||9/24/2010|
|30.||Beyond The Barn||9/24/2010|
|31.||Bring Your Beauty||9/24/2010|
|32.||But Most Thy Light||9/24/2010|
|35.||Home For Love||9/24/2010|
|38.||I Have Never Loved You Yet||9/24/2010|
|39.||I Will Ask||9/24/2010|
Not With These Eyes
Let me not see your grief!
O, let not any see
Nor how your heart still rocks
Like a temple with long earthquake shocks.
Let me not see
These eyes have seen such wrong,
Yet remained cold:
Ills grown strong,
Corruption's many-headed worm
Destroying feet that moved so firm--
Shall these eyes see
And that black worm has crawled
Into the brain
Where thought had walked
Nobly, and love and honour moved as one,
And brave things bravely were begun....
Now, can thought see
Unabashed your ...
I did not say, 'Yes, we had better part
Since love is over or must be suppressed.'
I did not say, 'I'll hold you in my heart
Saint-like, and in the thought of your thought rest,
And pray for you and wish you happiness
In a better love than mine.'
I was another man to another woman,
Tears falling or burnt dry were nothing then.