Max Plowman

(1883 - 1941 / England)

Max Plowman Poems

1. When It's Over 4/21/2010
2. Her Beauty 1/1/2004
3. The Moon 2/2/2015
4. General Gordon, the Hero of Khartoum 12/20/2014
5. A Humble Heroine 12/20/2014
6. The Battle of Sheriffmuir 12/20/2014
7. The Miraculous Escape of Robert Allan, the Fireman 12/20/2014

Her Beauty

I heard them say, "Her hands are hard as stone,"
And I remembered how she laid for me
The road to heaven. They said, "Her hair is grey."
Then I remembered how she once had thrown
Long plaited strands, like cables, into the sea
I battled in -- the salt sea of dismay.
They say, "Her beauty's past." And then I wept,
That these, who should have been in love adept,
Against my font of beauty should blaspheme.

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