Geoffrey Hill Poems
|1.||An Apology For The Revival Of Christian Architecture In England||1/2/2012|
|2.||From “odi Barbare”||1/2/2012|
|4.||In Memory Of Jane Fraser||10/15/2005|
|5.||In Piam Memoriam||1/2/2012|
|7.||On Reading Crowds And Power||1/2/2012|
|8.||On Seeing The Wind At Hope Mansell||1/2/2012|
|9.||Ovid In The Third Reich||1/2/2012|
|10.||Picture Of A Nativity||1/2/2012|
|11.||Requiem For The Plantagenet Kings||10/15/2005|
|15.||The Triumph Of Love||1/2/2012|
Comments about Geoffrey Hill
In Memory Of Jane Fraser
When snow like sheep lay in the fold
And wind went begging at each door,
And the far hills were blue with cold,
And a cloud shroud lay on the moor,
She kept the siege. And every day
We watched her brooding over death
Like a strong bird above its prey.
The room filled with the kettle's breath.
Damp curtains glued against the pane
Sealed time away. Her body froze
As if to freeze us all, and chain
Creation to a stunned repose.
She died before the world could stir.
In March the ice unloosed the brook
And water ruffled the sun's ...