Arthur Symons

(28 February 1865 – 22 January 1945 / Milford Havens, Wales)

Arthur Symons Poems

41. Toys 3/20/2012
42. Her Eyes Say Yes 3/20/2012
43. Bianca 3/20/2012
44. The Dogs 3/20/2012
45. Caprice 3/20/2012
46. Clair De Lune 3/20/2012
47. Venetian Night 3/20/2012
48. In The Wood Of Finvara 3/20/2012
49. Mauve, Black, And Rose 3/20/2012
50. On An Air Of Rameau 3/20/2012
51. The Rapture 3/20/2012
52. The Abandoned 3/20/2012
53. To One In Allienation 3/20/2012
54. The Temptation Of St. Anthony 3/20/2012
55. The Last Memory 3/20/2012
56. Paris 3/20/2012
57. The Primrose Dance 3/20/2012
58. The Pale Woman 3/20/2012
59. White Heliotrope 3/20/2012
60. The Obscure Night Of The Soul 3/20/2012
61. The Coming Of Spring 3/20/2012
62. White Magic 3/20/2012
63. Nora On The Pavement 3/20/2012
64. Idealism 3/20/2012
65. At The Ambassadeurs 3/20/2012
66. A Brother Of The Battuti 3/20/2012
67. At The Stage Door 3/20/2012
68. At Toledo 3/20/2012
69. To A Gitana Dancing 3/20/2012
70. Night And Wind 3/20/2012
71. At The Foresters 3/20/2012
72. The Wood-Nymph 3/20/2012
73. Palm Sunday 3/20/2012
74. Airs For The Lute 3/20/2012
75. At Tarragona 3/20/2012
76. Before Meeting 3/20/2012
77. La Mélinite: Moulin Rouge 3/20/2012
78. A Litany Of Lethe 3/20/2012
79. Dawn 4/12/2010
80. The Fisher's Widow 4/12/2010
Best Poem of Arthur Symons

Amends To Nature

I have loved colours, and not flowers;
Their motion, not the swallows wings;
And wasted more than half my hours
Without the comradeship of things.

How is it, now, that I can see,
With love and wonder and delight,
The children of the hedge and tree,
The little lords of day and night?

How is it that I see the roads,
No longer with usurping eyes,
A twilight meeting-place for toads,
A mid-day mart for butterflies?

I feel, in every midge that hums,
Life, fugitive and infinite,
And suddenly the world becomes
A part of me and I of ...

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In Fountain Court

The fountain murmuring of sleep,
A drowsy tune;
The flickering green of leaves that keep
The light of June;
Peace, through a slumbering afternoon,
The peace of June.

A waiting ghost, in the blue sky,
The white curved moon;

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