Harold Monro

(14 March 1879 - 16 March 1932 / Brussels)

Harold Monro Poems

1. Introspection 11/27/2015
2. London Interior 4/23/2012
3. Goldfish 4/21/2010
4. Suburb 4/23/2012
5. Midnight Lamentation 4/23/2012
6. The Silent Pool 4/23/2012
7. Living 4/23/2012
8. Unknown Country 4/21/2010
9. Week-End 4/21/2010
10. Gravikty 4/21/2010
11. Man Carrying Bale 4/21/2010
12. Lake Leman 1/1/2004
13. The Nightingale Near The House 4/21/2010
14. Every Thing 4/21/2010
15. Children Of Love 4/21/2010
16. Two Poems: (Numbers I And X In 'strange Meetings.') 4/21/2010
17. Thistledown 4/21/2010
18. Youth In Arms 4/21/2010
19. Real Property 4/21/2010
20. The Rebellious Vine 4/21/2010
21. The Bird At Dawn 4/21/2010
22. Dog 4/21/2010
23. Solitude 4/21/2010
24. Child Of Dawn 1/1/2004
25. Overheard On A Salmarsh 4/21/2010
26. Milk For The Cat 4/21/2010
27. Great City 4/21/2010

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Best Poem of Harold Monro

Great City

When I returned at sunset,
The serving-maid was singing softly
Under the dark stairs, and in the house
Twilight had entered like a moon-ray.
Tune was so dead I could not understand
The meaning of midday or of midnight,
But like falling waters, falling, hissing, falling,
Silence seemed an everlasting sound.

I sat in my room,
And watched sunset,
And saw starlight.
I heard the tramp of homing men,
And the last call of the last child;
Then a lone bird twittered,
And suddenly, beyond the housetops,
I imagined dew in the country,
In the ...

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Every Thing

Since man has been articulate,
Mechanical, improvidently wise,
(Servant of Fate),
He has not understood the little cries
And foreign conversations of the small
Delightful creatures that have followed him
Not far behind;
Has failed to hear the sympathetic call
Of Crockery and Cutlery, those kind

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