Aldous Huxley

(1894-1963 / Godalming)

Aldous Huxley Poems

1. The Louse-Hunters 3/3/2014
2. Points And Lines 3/3/2014
3. Social Amenities 3/3/2014
4. Complaint Of A Poet Manqué 3/3/2014
5. Italy 3/3/2014
6. Anniversaries 3/3/2014
7. Minoan Porcelain 3/3/2014
8. Valedictory 3/3/2014
9. Topiary 3/3/2014
10. L'Après-Midi D'Un Faune 3/3/2014
11. The Elms 3/3/2014
12. The Decameron 3/3/2014
13. Return From Business 3/3/2014
14. On The Bus 3/3/2014
15. A Melody By Scarlatti 3/3/2014
16. Vision 3/3/2014
17. Crapulous Impression 3/3/2014
18. Private Property 3/3/2014
19. By The Fire 3/3/2014
20. Poem 3/3/2014
21. The Reef 3/3/2014
22. Waking 3/3/2014
23. In Uncertainty To A Lady 3/3/2014
24. Song Of Poplars 3/3/2014
25. Books And Thoughts 3/3/2014
26. The Flowers 3/3/2014
27. Out Of The Window 3/3/2014
28. The Life Theoretic 3/3/2014
29. Stanzas 3/3/2014
30. Revelation 3/3/2014
31. Summer Stillness 3/3/2014
32. September 3/3/2014
33. Scenes Of The Mind 3/3/2014
34. Inspiration 3/3/2014
35. Panic 3/3/2014
36. Doors Of The Temple 3/3/2014
37. Winter Dream 3/3/2014
38. A Little Memory 3/3/2014
39. Love Song 3/3/2014
40. The Alien 3/3/2014

Comments about Aldous Huxley

  • Alan Walton (12/1/2018 9:31:00 AM)

    Does anyone know the poem by Aldous Huxley has this line..'By death the moon was gathered in..long ago..'?

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Best Poem of Aldous Huxley

The Defeat Of Youth

I. UNDER THE TREES.

There had been phantoms, pale-remembered shapes
Of this and this occasion, sisterly
In their resemblances, each effigy
Crowned with the same bright hair above the nape's
White rounded firmness, and each body alert
With such swift loveliness, that very rest
Seemed a poised movement: ... phantoms that impressed
But a faint influence and could bless or hurt
No more than dreams. And these ghost things were she;
For formless still, without identity,
Not one she seemed, not clear, but many and dim.
One face among the legions of the ...

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Vision

I had been sitting alone with books,
Till doubt was a black disease,
When I heard the cheerful shout of rooks
In the bare, prophetic trees.

Bare trees, prophetic of new birth,
You lift your branches clean and free
To be a beacon to the earth,
A flame of wrath for all to see.

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