Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Poems of Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
|182.||Liberty, Equality, Fraternity||4/13/2010|
|183.||Lilac And Gold And Green||4/13/2010|
|184.||Love After Sorrow||4/13/2010|
|185.||Love In The Summer Hills||4/13/2010|
|186.||Love Is Best||4/13/2010|
|187.||Love Is Master Still||4/13/2010|
|188.||Love Me A Little||4/13/2010|
|189.||Love Rides Disguised||4/13/2010|
|191.||Many Are Called||4/13/2010|
|194.||My Only Title||4/13/2010|
|195.||Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet I||4/13/2010|
|196.||Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet II||4/13/2010|
|197.||Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet III||4/13/2010|
|198.||Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet IV||4/13/2010|
|199.||Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet IX||4/13/2010|
|200.||Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet V||4/13/2010|
The Desolate City
DARK to me is the earth. Dark to me are the heavens.
Where is she that I loved, the woman with eyes like stars?
Desolate are the streets. Desolate is the city.
A city taken by storm, where none are left but the slain.
Sadly I rose at dawn, undid the latch of my shutters,
Thinking to let in light, but I only let in love.
Birds in the boughs were awake; I listen'd to their chaunting;
Each one sang to his love;