Ernest Christopher Dowson

(2 August 1867 – 23 February 1900 / London / England)

Ernest Christopher Dowson Poems

1. Terre Promise 4/19/2010
2. Saint Germain-En-Laye 4/19/2010
3. Seraphita 4/19/2010
4. Quid Non Supremus, Amantes? 4/19/2010
5. Transition 4/19/2010
6. Moritura 4/19/2010
7. Venite Descendamus 4/19/2010
8. Villanelle Of Marguerite's 4/19/2010
9. Flos Lunae 4/19/2010
10. To William Theodore Peters On His Renaissance Cloak 4/19/2010
11. In Spring 4/19/2010
12. My Lady April 4/19/2010
13. Soli Cantare Periti Arcades 4/19/2010
14. Sapientia Lunae 4/19/2010
15. Vain Hope 4/19/2010
16. Extreme Unction 4/19/2010
17. Rondeau 4/19/2010
18. To A Lost Love 4/19/2010
19. Villanelle Of Acheron 4/19/2010
20. Vanitas 4/19/2010
21. Libera Me 4/19/2010
22. Impentitent Ultima 4/19/2010
23. The Dead Child 4/19/2010
24. Vesperal 4/19/2010
25. To His Mistress 4/19/2010
26. The Sea-Change 4/19/2010
27. Villanelle Of His Lady’s Treasures 4/19/2010
28. On The Birth Of A Friend's Child 4/19/2010
29. The Three Witches 4/19/2010
30. Villanelle 1/3/2003
31. Villanelle Of Sunset 4/19/2010
32. A Valediction 4/19/2010
33. Carthusians 4/19/2010
34. Breton Afternoon 4/19/2010
35. Dregs 4/19/2010
36. After Paul Verlaine-Iii 4/19/2010
37. Benedictio Domini 4/19/2010
38. To One In Bedlam 12/31/2002
39. You Would Have Understood Me, Had You Waited 4/19/2010
40. Ad Manus Puellae 4/19/2010

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  • Bijay Kant Dubey (12/3/2018 9:16:00 PM)

    The path of life, does it go to, who to say it? What the purpose of living? What is life, what to say about it, if it is a dream lived with wine and roses? Love, desire, weeping, laughter and hate, all are for the time being and after that the things take a drastic change.The reality of life, none has known and none will be able to get at. (After reading his poem, They Are Not Long)

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  • Joe Ruane (7/30/2015 7:54:00 PM)

    ..and a posthumous Happy Birthday this coming Sunday...

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  • Joe Ruane (7/30/2015 7:53:00 PM)

    i had sought out the gravesite many years ago (Plot #H-8, I believe it was) , and was, too, saddened that it had obviously been unattended for seemingly a long time; if Piecat Lady's right, I'll also be glad. I don't believe he was credited for'Days of Wine & Roses' - but could be wrong; but I'm confident Pat Boone had never heard of his April Love. I've long felt he was respected by Oscar Wilde, and their meeting in Dieppe seems to bear that out. Requiescat in Pace (from One in Bedlam) .

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  • Marko Duvnjak (1/24/2015 12:42:00 AM)

    I found out about this poet because of the late great Christopher Hitchens!

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  • Piecat Lady (11/23/2014 2:02:00 PM)

    Reading Dowson's touching poetry, learning of his sad life, I'm glad his grave site has been restored. Years ago, found his poem to Cynara that inspired Margaret Mitchell's title Gone With the Wind. (The movie didn't acknowledge the poem.) What a memorable paean to passion lost and time passing. Matches my earliest experiences with love. Dancing, to put thy pale lost lilies out of mind. And it never quite works.

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  • Peter Kennelly (10/21/2007 3:00:00 PM)

    I stumbled across Ernest Dowson's grave,1867-1900 at Ladywell cemetry. This is in south east london se4 and is a very pretty overgrown space.

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Best Poem of Ernest Christopher Dowson


Love's aftermath! I think the time is now
That we must gather in, alone, apart
The saddest crop of all the crops that grow,
Love's aftermath.
Ah, sweet,--sweet yesterday, the tears that start
Can not put back the dial; this is, I trow,
Our harvesting! Thy kisses chill my heart,
Our lips are cold; averted eyes avow
The twilight of poor love: we can but part,
Dumbly and sadly, reaping as we sow,
Love's aftermath.

Read the full of Beyond


Because I am idolotrous and have besought
With grievous supplication and consuming prayer,
The admirable image that my love has wrought
Out of her swan's neck and her dark, abundant hair:
The jealous gods who brook no worship save their own,
Turned my live idol marble and her heart to stone.

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