Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Alfred Edward Housman Poems

81. Twice A Week The Winter Thorough 1/3/2003
82. Vi: Lancer 1/28/2014
83. Wake Not For The World-Heard Thunder 1/3/2003
84. Westward On The High-Hilled Plains 1/3/2003
85. When I Came Last To Ludlow 1/3/2003
86. When I Was One-And-Twenty 1/3/2003
87. When I Watch The Living Meet 1/3/2003
88. When Smoke Stood Up From Ludlow 1/3/2003
89. When The Eye Of Day Is Shut 11/18/2015
90. When The Lad For Longing Sighs 1/3/2003
91. White In The Moon The Long Road Lies 1/3/2003
92. With Rue My Heart Is Laden 1/3/2003
93. Xii: An Epitaph 1/28/2014
94. Xii: He Would Not Stay With Me And Who Can Wonder 1/28/2014
95. Xix: The Mill Stream Now That Noises Cease 1/28/2014
96. Xl: Farewell To A Name And Number 1/28/2014
97. Xlvii: For My Funeral 1/28/2014
98. Xv: 'Tis Five Years Since, An End Said I 1/28/2014
99. Xvi: How Clear, How Lovely Bright 1/28/2014
100. Xvi: Spring Morning 1/28/2014
101. Xvii: Astronomy 1/28/2014
102. Xvii: The Stars Have Not Dealt Me The Worst They Could Do 1/28/2014
103. Xviii: The Rain It Streams On Stone And Hillock 1/28/2014
104. Xx: The Night Is Freezing Fast 1/28/2014
105. Xxi: The World Goes None The Lamer 1/28/2014
106. Xxii: R L S 1/28/2014
107. Xxii: The Sloe Was Lost In Flower 1/28/2014
108. Xxiii: Crossing Alone The Nighted Ferry 1/28/2014
109. Xxvi: Good Creatures Do You Love Your Lives 1/28/2014
110. Xxvi: The Half-Moon Westers Low My Love 1/28/2014
111. Xxviii: Now Dreary Dawns The Eastern Light 1/28/2014
112. Xxxii: When I Would Muse In Boyhood 1/28/2014
113. Xxxix: Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town 1/28/2014
114. Xxxv: When First My Way To Fair I Took 1/28/2014
115. Xxxvi: Revolution 1/28/2014
116. You Smile Upon Your Friend To-Day 1/3/2003

Comments about Alfred Edward Housman

  • Ian K (7/23/2017 12:43:00 PM)

    The master of melancholy! Housman was in fact a rather embittered but brilliant academic and a homosexual at a time when it was not only illegal but something that had for most to remain repressed. I suppose therefore that this informs all his work and is fairly obvious, in hindsight, in some of the poems at least.

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  • Jeanann Kerr (8/13/2013 8:19:00 PM)

    Does anyone know the title of Housman's poem cited in The Walkabout? It is a lovely poem but I can't find it in Bartlett's. Thanks. Ms. Kerr

  • Sankaran Ayya (2/2/2012 7:31:00 AM)

    poetry should appeal to emotions rather than to the intellect
    Housman's golden words, poetry writers should appreciate and follow
    as cardinal principle

  • Mark Adams (1/9/2012 6:05:00 PM)

    From a biography I read on Housman (I sorry I don't recall the title or author) , Housman was believed to have possibly been homosexual, and was suspected by some family members as being so. If this was truly the case, I believe it may put different light on the point of few of some of his poems.

  • Maria Gough (9/26/2006 11:41:00 AM)

    Thank you for your daily poem!

  • Richard Stivelman (6/17/2006 1:30:00 PM)

    Thanks for all the Housman. I believe, however, that you have a 'typo' in the poem 'Look Not In my Eyes'. I believe it shoud read '...for fear they (not 'thy') mirror true...'
    Dick Stivelman

  • Artie Thayer (10/4/2003 6:16:00 AM)

    Thank you for making this poem available. In the movie, Out of Africa, Karen Blitzen reads from a book of poems. The title is partially obliterated, but I could see Hous... and assumed Houseman. I was able to find it on your site. What a fine poem. Thanks again. - artie

Best Poem of Alfred Edward Housman

Here Dead We Lie

Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.

Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.

Read the full of Here Dead We Lie


Wake: the silver dusk returning
Up the beach of darkness brims,
And the ship of sunrise burning
Strands upon the eastern rims.

Wake: the vaulted shadow shatters,
Trampled to the floor it spanned,
And the tent of night in tatters
Straws the sky-pavilioned land.

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