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

Gibraltar

SEVEN weeks of sea, and twice seven days of storm
Upon the huge Atlantic, and once more
We ride into still water and the calm
Of a sweet evening, screen'd by either shore
Of Spain and Barbary. Our toils are o'er,
Our exile is accomplish'd. Once again
We look on Europe, mistress as of yore
Of the fair earth and of the hearts of men.
   Ay, this is the famed rock which Hercules
And Goth and Moor bequeath'd us. At this door
England stands sentry. God! to hear the shrill
Sweet treble of her fifes upon the breeze,
And at the summons of ...

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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;

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