Henry Treece Poems
- Poem - I In the dark caverns of the night, Loveless and ...
- Lincolnshire Bomber Station Across the road the homesick ...
- Poem - Iii Through the dark aisles of the wood Where the ...
- The Haunted Garden In this sad place Memory hangs on the ...
- Ages In that stone head, obscenity Has been preserved a ...
- Dumb Love How do I love you then? Till stone unfold his ...
- Revenente The bells of memory sound this summer day Down the...
Henry Treece was a British poet and writer, who worked also as a teacher and editor. He wrote a range of works, but became mainly remembered as a writer of juvenile historical novels.
Life and work
Treece was born in Wednesbury, Staffordshire, and graduated from the University of Birmingham in 1933. He went into teaching, first at Tynemouth School. In 1939 he married Mary Woodman and settled in Lincolnshire as a teacher at Barton-upon-Humber Grammar School. Their son, Richard Treece, became a musician with Help Yourself and other rock bands.
His five volumes of poetry were: 38 Poems (London: Fortune Press, ), then by Faber & Faber; Invitation and ... more »
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Poem - I
In the dark caverns of the night,
Loveless and alone,
Friendless as wind that wails across the plains,
I sit, the last man left on earth,
Putting my fear on paper,
Praying that love will flow from my dry pen
And watching the tears make havoc on my page.
And I remember then,
Under the night's still mask,
The gallant geese
Making their way through storms,
The fieldmouse scattering to my door
Away from the black cloud,
And the gay snail
Garnishing the twig before leaves came.
The old ones told me,
'When you grow grey you think on little ...