Henry Treece

(22 December 1911 – 10 June 1966 / Wednesbury, Staffordshire)

Henry Treece Poems

1. The Old Ones 4/28/2012
2. Relics 4/28/2012
3. Tears Are Two Small 4/28/2012
4. The Barriers 4/28/2012
5. Love Poem 4/28/2012
6. Love Song 4/28/2012
7. Martyr 4/28/2012
8. Sympathy With Stone 4/28/2012
9. Dumb Love 4/28/2012
10. Revenente 4/28/2012
11. Ages 4/28/2012
12. The Waiting Watchers 4/21/2010
13. Poem - Ii 4/21/2010
14. The Haunted Garden 4/21/2010
15. Poem - I 4/21/2010
16. Poem - Iii 4/21/2010
17. Lincolnshire Bomber Station 1/1/2004

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Lincolnshire Bomber Station

Across the road the homesick Romans made
The ground-mist thickens to a milky shroud;
Through flat, damp fields call sheep, mourning their dead
In cracked and timeless voices, unutterably sad,
Suffering for all the world, in Lincolnshire.

And I wonder how the Romans liked it here;
Flat fields, no sun, the muddy misty dawn,
And always, above all, the mad rain dripping down,
Rusting sword and helmet, wetting the feet
And soaking to the bone, down to the very heart . . .

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Poem - Ii

Death walks through the mind's dark woods,
Beautiful as aconite,
A lily-flower in his pale hand
And eyes like moonstones burning bright.

Love walks down heart's corridors
Singing for a crust of bread
All the tales of laughing youth
Who tomorrow will lie dead.

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