Humbert Wolfe Poems
- Green Candles 'There's someone at the door,' said gold ...
- Requiem: The Soldier Down some cold field in a world ...
- The Grey Squirrel Like a small grey coffee-pot, sits the ...
- Excerpts From THE children play at hide and seek about ...
- A Thrush In The Trenches Suddenly he sang across the ...
- Epigram: British Journalist You cannot hope to bribe or ...
- The Thought I will not write a poem for you, because a poem,...
Humbert Wolfe CB CBE, was an Italian-born English poet, man of letters and civil servant, from a Jewish family background, his father being a German Jew (Martin Wolff) and his mother an Italian Jew (Consuela, née Terraccini).
He was one of the most popular authors of the 1920s. He is now remembered for his epigram:
You cannot hope
to bribe or twist,
thank God! the
But, seeing what
the man will do
no occasion to.
He was also a translator of Heinrich Heine, Edmond Fleg (1874-1963)and Eugene Heltai. A Christian convert, he remained very aware of his ... more »
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'There's someone at the door,' said gold candlestick:
'Let her in quick, let her in quick!'
'There is a small hand groping at the handle.
Why don't you turn it?' asked green candle.
'Don't go, don't go,' said the Hepplewhite chair,
'Lest you find a strange lady there.'
'Yes, stay where you are,' whispered the white wall:
'There is nobody there at all.'
'I know her little foot,' grey carpet said:
'Who but I should know her light tread?'
'She shall come in,' answered the open door,
'And not,' said the room, 'go out any more.'