Lark, skylark, spilling your rubbed and round
Pebbles of sounds in air's still lake,
Whose widening circles fill the noon; yet none
Is known so small beside the sun:
...
I sang as one
Who on a tilting deck sings
To keep their courage up, thought the wave hangs
That shall cut off their sun.
...
They who in folly or mere greed
Enslaved religion, markets, laws,
Borrow our language now and bid
Us to speak up in freedom's cause.
...
Come, live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
Of peace and plenty, bed and board,
...
A frost came in the night and stole my world
And left this changeling for it - a precocious
Image of spring, too brilliant to be true:
White lilac on the window-pane, each grass-blade
...
Come, live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
Of peace and plenty, bed and board,
...
One of us in the compartment stares
Out of his window the whole day long
With attentive mein, as if he knows,
There is hid in the journeying scene a song
...
Cecil Day-Lewis (or Day Lewis), (27 April 1904 – 22 May 1972) was an Anglo-Irish poet and the Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom from 1968 until his death in 1972. He also wrote mystery stories under the pseudonym of Nicholas Blake. He is the father of actor Daniel Day-Lewis and documentary filmmaker and television chef Tamasin Day-Lewis. In his autobiography The Buried Day (1960), he wrote "As a writer I do not use the hyphen in my surname -- a piece of inverted snobbery which has produced rather mixed results . . . .")
The Ecstatic
Lark, skylark, spilling your rubbed and round
Pebbles of sounds in air's still lake,
Whose widening circles fill the noon; yet none
Is known so small beside the sun:
Be strong your fervent soaring, your skyward air!
Tremble there, a nerve of song!
Float up there where voice and wing are one,
A singing star, a note of light!
Buoyed, embayed in heaven's noon-wide]reaches-
For soon Light's tide will turn - Oh Stay!
Cease not till day streams to the west, then down
That estuary drop down to peace.
Not a comment on C Day Lewis, but on the poems listed here... No 4, 'Untitled', has the same poem as No 3, 'Come, live with me and be my love'. Would love to know what the poet ACTUALLY wrote under his 'Untitled' title!
This poem is very gay like me. i like men. my favorite man is Thomas saunders.
of course he didn't he's dead! But he did write a poem called'Requeim for the Living' in 1962 about nuclear Weapons, which I want a copy.
Im very gay i like and i still get breast fed by my mummy, also im inbred
ya yeet i killed a fetus and stuck it in my toenail then kicked a door, that how i feel about English