Christopher John Brennan

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

Christopher John Brennan Poems

1. Quis Pro Domino 1/1/2004
2. O White Wind, Numbing The World 1/1/2004
3. And Shall The Living Waters Heed 3/1/2010
4. Dawns Of The World, How I Have Known You All... 3/1/2010
5. Deep Mists Of Longing Blur The Land 3/1/2010
6. Dies Dominica! The Sunshine Burns 3/1/2010
7. Droop'st Thou And Fail'st? But These Have Never Tired 3/1/2010
8. Four Springtimes Lost: And In The Fifth We Stand 3/1/2010
9. When Summer Comes In Her Glory 3/1/2010
10. And Does She Still Perceive 3/1/2010
11. Of Old, On Her Terrace At Evening 3/1/2010
12. When The Spring Mornings Grew More Long 3/1/2010
13. An Hour's Respite 3/1/2010
14. Spring-Ripple Of Green Along The Way 3/1/2010
15. White Dawn, That Tak'st The Heaven With Sweet Surprise 3/1/2010
16. Black On The Depths 3/1/2010
17. Under A Sky Of Uncreated Mud 3/1/2010
18. The Winter Eve Is Clear And Chill 3/1/2010
19. Liminary 3/1/2010
20. Interlude: The Hearth And The Window 3/1/2010
21. Interlude: The Window And The Hearth 3/1/2010
22. Interlude: The Casement 3/1/2010
23. Mdcccxciii: A Prelude 3/1/2010
24. Sweet Silence After Bells 1/1/2004
25. The Watch At Midnight 3/1/2010
26. Come Out, Come Out 3/1/2010
27. Ii. The Quest Of Silence 3/1/2010
28. Was It The Sun That Broke My Dream 3/1/2010
29. 1897 3/1/2010
30. Romance 1/4/2003
31. The Yellow Gas 1/1/2004
32. The Grand Cortège Of Glory And Youth Is Gone 3/1/2010
33. The Twilight Of Disquietude 3/1/2010
34. Old Wonder Flush'D The East Anew 3/1/2010
35. The Pangs That Guard The Gates Of Joy 1/1/2004
36. Poppies 1/4/2003
37. Epilogue: 1908 1/1/2004
38. Spring Breezes 1/1/2004
39. I Saw My Life As Whitest Flame 3/1/2010
40. Summer Noon 1/1/2004

Comments about Christopher John Brennan

  • Charles Anthony Albert Charles Anthony Albert (5/19/2012 10:58:00 AM)

    My first read by Mr. Brennan...I was going to leave him a message on the quality of his poem, but alas, he is gone to rest or go where spirits go. Well done Christopher...Charles Anthony Albert

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  • Phillip Ellis (10/22/2008 4:50:00 PM)

    It's good to see Brennan remembered and collected on the site. If you are still active, may I recommend adding the Wanderer sequence, in full from Poems?

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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Autumn

Autumn: the year breathes dully towards its death,
beside its dying sacrificial fire;
the dim world's middle-age of vain desire
is strangely troubled, waiting for the breath
that speaks the winter's welcome malison
to fix it in the unremembering sleep:
the silent woods brood o'er an anxious deep,
and in the faded sorrow of the sun,
I see my dreams' dead colours, one by one,

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