Clive Staples Lewis

[C.S.] (29 November 1898 – 22 November 1963 / Belfast)

Clive Staples Lewis Poems

41. Re-Adjustment 1/1/2004
42. An Expostulation 1/1/2004
43. Cliche Came Out Of Its Cage 1/1/2004
44. The Meteorite 1/1/2004
45. The Condemned 1/1/2004
46. After Prayers, Lie Cold 1/1/2004
47. Science-Fiction Cradlesong 1/1/2004
48. On Being Human 1/1/2004
49. The Country Of The Blind 1/1/2004
50. Evolutionary Hymn 1/1/2004
51. As The Ruin Falls 1/1/2004
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As The Ruin Falls

All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.
I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through:
I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.

Peace, re-assurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek,
I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin:
I talk of love --a scholar's parrot may talk Greek--
But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin.

Only that now you have taught me (but how late) my lack.
I see the chasm. And everything you are was making
My heart into a bridge by which I might get ...

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I thought there would be a grave beauty, a sunset splendour
In being the last of one's kind: a topmost moment as one watched
The huge wave curving over Atlantis, the shrouded barge
Turning away with wounded Arthur, or Ilium burning.
Now I see that, all along, I was assuming a posterity
Of gentle hearts: someone, however distant in the depths of time,
Who could pick up our signal, who could understand a story. There won't be.

Between the new Hembidae and us who are dying, already

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