Christopher John Brennan

(1 November 1870 – 5 October 1932 / Sydney / Australia)

Christopher John Brennan Poems

1. Under A Sky Of Uncreated Mud 3/1/2010
2. When Summer Comes In Her Glory 3/1/2010
3. Of Old, On Her Terrace At Evening 3/1/2010
4. When The Spring Mornings Grew More Long 3/1/2010
5. Spring-Ripple Of Green Along The Way 3/1/2010
6. White Dawn, That Tak'st The Heaven With Sweet Surprise 3/1/2010
7. The Winter Eve Is Clear And Chill 3/1/2010
8. Liminary 3/1/2010
9. Interlude: The Window And The Hearth 3/1/2010
10. Mdcccxciii: A Prelude 3/1/2010
11. The Watch At Midnight 3/1/2010
12. Was It The Sun That Broke My Dream 3/1/2010
13. Old Wonder Flush'D The East Anew 3/1/2010
14. The Grand Cortège Of Glory And Youth Is Gone 3/1/2010
15. The Twilight Of Disquietude 3/1/2010
16. O White Wind, Numbing The World 1/1/2004
17. Quis Pro Domino 1/1/2004
18. The Yellow Gas 1/1/2004
19. Sweet Silence After Bells 1/1/2004
20. Poppies 1/4/2003
21. Romance 1/4/2003
22. Deep Mists Of Longing Blur The Land 3/1/2010
23. And Shall The Living Waters Heed 3/1/2010
24. Spring Breezes 1/1/2004
25. Summer Noon 1/1/2004
26. Dies Dominica! The Sunshine Burns 3/1/2010
27. Droop'st Thou And Fail'st? But These Have Never Tired 3/1/2010
28. Black On The Depths 3/1/2010
29. An Hour's Respite 3/1/2010
30. Interlude: The Hearth And The Window 3/1/2010
31. 1897 3/1/2010
32. Interlude: The Casement 3/1/2010
33. Dawns Of The World, How I Have Known You All... 3/1/2010
34. And Does She Still Perceive 3/1/2010
35. Ii. The Quest Of Silence 3/1/2010
36. Four Springtimes Lost: And In The Fifth We Stand 3/1/2010
37. My Heart Was Wandering In The Sands 1/1/2004
38. I Saw My Life As Whitest Flame 3/1/2010
39. Each Day I See The Long Ships Coming Into Port 3/1/2010
40. The Pangs That Guard The Gates Of Joy 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Christopher John Brennan

Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her

If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.

Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.

For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?

Then seek not, sweet, the "If" and "Why"
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I ...

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Epilogue: 1908

The droning tram swings westward: shrill
the wire sings overhead, and chill
midwinter draughts rattle the glass
that shows the dusking way I pass
to yon four turreted square tower
that still exalts the golden hour
where youth, initiate once, endears
a treasure richer with the years.

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