Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

(1840 - 1922 / England)

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt Poems

121. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xliii 4/13/2010
122. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xliv 4/13/2010
123. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xlix 4/13/2010
124. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xlv 4/13/2010
125. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xlvi 4/13/2010
126. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xlvii 4/13/2010
127. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xlviii 4/13/2010
128. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xv 4/13/2010
129. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xvi 4/13/2010
130. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xvii 4/13/2010
131. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xviii 4/13/2010
132. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxi 4/13/2010
133. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxii 4/13/2010
134. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxiii 4/13/2010
135. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxiv 4/13/2010
136. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxix 4/13/2010
137. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxv 4/13/2010
138. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxvi 4/13/2010
139. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxvii 4/13/2010
140. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxviii 4/13/2010
141. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxx 4/13/2010
142. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxi 4/13/2010
143. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxii 4/13/2010
144. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxiii 4/13/2010
145. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxiv 4/13/2010
146. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxix 4/13/2010
147. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxv 4/13/2010
148. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxvi 4/13/2010
149. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxvii 4/13/2010
150. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxxviii 4/13/2010
151. Farewell Dark Gaol 4/13/2010
152. For Thee 4/13/2010
153. Friendship’s Black And White 4/13/2010
154. Ghost Of The Beautiful Past 4/13/2010
155. Giacinta 4/13/2010
156. Gibraltar 1/4/2003
157. Glad Bird, I Do Bewail Thee 4/13/2010
158. God Is My Witness 4/13/2010
159. Good-Bye 4/13/2010
160. Gratitude 4/13/2010
Best Poem of Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Laughter And Death

THERE is no laughter in the natural world
Of beast or fish or bird, though no sad doubt
Of their futurity to them unfurled
Has dared to check the mirth-compelling shout.
The lion roars his solemn thunder out
To the sleeping woods. The eagle screams her cry.
Even the lark must strain a serious throat
To hurl his blest defiance at the sky.
Fear, anger, jealousy, have found a voice.
Love’s pain or rapture the brute bosoms swell.
Nature has symbols for her nobler joys,
Her nobler sorrows. Who had dared foretell
That only man, by some sad ...

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Written At Florence

O WORLD, in very truth thou art too young;
When wilt thou learn to wear the garb of age?
World, with thy covering of yellow flowers,
Hast thou forgot what generations sprung
Out of thy loins and loved thee and are gone?
Hast thou no place in all their heritage
Where thou dost only weep, that I may come
Nor fear the mockery of thy yellow flowers?
   O world, in very truth thou art too young.

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