Clive Staples Lewis

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

Clive Staples Lewis Poems

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

Comments about Clive Staples Lewis

  • Colin Cedar Bell Colin Cedar Bell (4/15/2015 5:52:00 AM)

    I have read most anything by C.S. Lewis and highly respect him. I also write poems and consider him kind of my mentor (not only for poems) . Of course I never met him, but in his writings and recordings. The poem 'The Future of Forestry' impressed me and inspired me to write a little short story and a poem as kind of a sequel to it. You can find it at https: //colincedarbell.wordpress, com/poetry/the-future-of-forestry

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  • Jack Nelly (4/20/2009 2:22:00 AM)

    Hey I'm a big fan of C.S. Lewis and agree with his views. I'm reading 'Mere Christianity' now and i just have this problem with the Law of Nature. Remember, i think he's a genius and hence i think he's right; so I'd love someone to blow this query out of the water.

    I think he states that this 'standard' is ingrained in all (or most) of us, that we cannot get rid of it. This standard we all have he says must have been given to us by some other mind or being which is God. The problem i have is this: Could we not find or create this standard ourselves by simply putting ourselves in others shoes and treating others how we would like to be treated?

    Cheers
    Jack

  • Lori Smith (6/13/2005 8:04:00 PM)

    After reading some of his books, I have come to love Lewis. He has been catapulted to the top of my favorite authors list. I can't wait to meet Lewis on the other side.

Best Poem of Clive Staples Lewis

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 ...

Read the full of As The Ruin Falls

Re-Adjustment

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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