Alfred Edward Housman (26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)
Poems by Alfred Edward Housman : 14 / 82
From Far, From Eve and Morning
From far, from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I.
Now-- for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart--
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
Speak now, and I will answer;
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind's twelve quarters
I take my endless way.
Alfred Edward Housman
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Read poems about / on: wind, sky, heart, life
Poems by Alfred Edward Housman : 14 / 82
PoemHunter.com Updates
-
Happy Birthday Naim Frashëri!
(1846-1900) Albanian poet and writer
-
World Day for Cultural Diversity for Dialogue and Development
celebrated on May 21st every year
-
Your Favorite Poets’ Favorite Books of Poetry
-
Daily Rituals of Famous Authors
Writers seem to be the most prone to unshakeable routines and elaborate superstitions.
Top 500 Poems
-
Phenomenal Woman
Maya Angelou
-
The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost
-
Still I Rise
Maya Angelou
-
If You Forget Me
Pablo Neruda
-
Dreams
Langston Hughes
-
Annabel Lee
Edgar Allan Poe
-
If
Rudyard Kipling
-
A Dream Within A Dream
Edgar Allan Poe
-
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
-
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
Maya Angelou

Comments about this poem (From Far, From Eve and Morning by Alfred Edward Housman )