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

To An Athlete Dying Young

The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.

To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.

Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has ...

Read the full of To An Athlete Dying Young

The New Mistress

"Oh, sick I am to see you, will you never let me be?
You may be good for something, but you are not good for me.
Oh, go where you are wanted, for you are not wanted here.
And that was all the farewell when I parted from my dear.

"I will go where I am wanted, to a lady born and bred
Who will dress me free for nothing in a uniform of red;
She will not be sick to see me if I only keep it clean:
I will go where I am wanted for a soldier of the Queen.

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