Christopher John Brennan

(1 November 1870 – 5 October 1932 / Sydney / Australia)

I Am Driven Everywhere From A Clinging Home - Poem by Christopher John Brennan

I am driven everywhere from a clinging home,
O autumn eves! and I ween'd that you would yet
have made, when your smouldering dwindled to odorous fume,
close room for my heart, where I might crouch and dream
of days and ways I had trod, and look with regret
on the darkening homes of men and the window-gleam,
and forget the morrows that threat and the unknown way.
But a bitter wind came out of the yellow-pale west
and my heart is shaken and fill'd with its triumphing cry:
You shall find neither home nor rest; for ever you roam
with stars as they drift and wilful fates of the sky!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 1, 2010

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