Alan Seeger

(22 June 1888 - 4 July 1916 / New York City, New York)

Alan Seeger Poems

41. La Nue 1/1/2004
42. Written In A Volume Of The Comtesse De Noailles 1/1/2004
43. On The Cliffs, Newport 1/1/2004
44. Sonnet 08 1/1/2004
45. Eudaemon 1/1/2004
46. The Need To Love 1/3/2003
47. With A Copy Of Shakespeare's Sonnets On Leaving College 1/1/2004
48. Vivien 1/1/2004
49. Sonnet V 1/1/2004
50. Tithonus 1/1/2004
51. Resurgam 1/1/2004
52. The Old Lowe House, Staten Island 1/1/2004
53. Sonnet X 1/1/2004
54. Antinous 1/1/2004
55. Juvenilia, An Ode To Natural Beauty 1/1/2004
56. On A Theme In The Greek Anthology 1/1/2004
57. All That's Not Love . . . 1/1/2004
58. Translations: Dante - Inferno, Canto Xxvi 1/1/2004
59. The Torture Of Cuauhtemoc 1/1/2004
60. The Bayadere 1/1/2004
61. The Hosts 1/3/2003
62. Broceliande 1/1/2004
63. At The Tomb Of Napoleon 1/1/2004
64. The Rendezvous 1/1/2004
65. Rendezvous 1/3/2003
66. Ode In Memory Of The American Volunteers Fallen For France 1/3/2003
67. I Loved... 1/1/2004
68. The Deserted Garden 1/3/2003
69. Paris 1/1/2004
70. Do You Remember Once . . . 1/1/2004
71. Champagne, 1914-15 1/3/2003
72. Maktoob 1/3/2003
73. A Message To America 1/1/2004
74. The Wanderer 1/3/2003
75. I Have A Rendezvous With Death 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Alan Seeger

I Have A Rendezvous With Death

I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.

God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk ...

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The Rendezvous

He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour.
Distant, across the thundering organ-swell,
In sweet discord from the cathedral-tower,
Fall the faint chimes and the thrice-sequent bell.
Over the crowd his eye uneasy roves.
He sees a plume, a fur; his heart dilates --
Soars . . . and then sinks again. It is not hers he loves.
She will not come, the woman that he waits.

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