Peter Russell

(1921-2003 / Bristol)

Peter Russell Poems

1. Berlin December 5/20/2014
2. Mousai 5/20/2014
3. A Fifth Song 5/20/2014
4. Winged Amor Painted Blind And Suckled By Aphrodite 5/20/2014
5. "Fallen Sie Langsam&Quot; 5/20/2014
6. Leaving Germany 5/20/2014
7. To The Trinity Of Night 5/20/2014
8. Palazzo Bandiera E Morgo Gia's Soderini 5/20/2014
9. The River 5/20/2014
10. A Bird's Song On A Rainy Day 5/20/2014
11. Things Speak In Autumn 5/20/2014
12. Night Resonance 5/20/2014
13. Sycamore 5/20/2014
14. The Cloth Of Night 5/20/2014
15. The Macedonian Dawn Wedding (Titovo Veles) 5/20/2014
16. On My Forty Seventh Birthday 5/20/2014
17. Starting Again? 5/20/2014
18. Tsarsa 5/20/2014
19. The Witness 5/20/2014
20. Night The First 5/20/2014
21. Night The Second 5/20/2014
22. Night The Third 5/20/2014
23. Night The Fourth 5/20/2014
24. Night The Fifth 5/20/2014
25. Night The Sixth 5/20/2014
26. Night The Seventh 5/20/2014
27. Night The Eighth 5/20/2014
28. Night The Ninth 5/20/2014
29. Motet 5/20/2014
30. Spring Is Nearer 5/20/2014
31. To Selinon 5/20/2014
32. The Moment For Eamon Grennan 5/20/2014
33. One Possessed 5/20/2014
34. Mnemosyne 5/20/2014
35. Unthrift Love 5/20/2014
36. Venice In Winter For Gitta In Berlin 5/20/2014
37. The Golden Chain 5/20/2014
38. Monday Morning 5/20/2014
39. Clair De Lune 5/20/2014
40. Still-Leben 5/20/2014
Best Poem of Peter Russell

In The Campo De La Bragola

Sleep, sleep, with thy broken keys
Till Pilate wash his hands -
The time is cracked and memory flees
Bright afternoons of other lands.

What were thy once-tuned strings,
Childhood and fluting boy? -
Mornings of swift protecting wings,
Noons flecked with joy.

Blindly the hunter bat the twilight scours
In the dark enclosure of the Square;
Green fissured bronze rings out the hours -
The crowding ghosts halt on the stair.

Barbarian night creeps on the town.
The Councillors sit late.
Tiresias has rent his gown,
And the sentries...

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A Fifth Song

The hares spring over the sea
The sprats leap over the mountain
The peach grows on the apple-tree
Wine runs out of the fountain.

Sweet breath from the panther's mouth
Sweet words from the sinner's lips
Snow blows from the torrid South
A golden grove from orange-pips

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