James Elroy Flecker


James Elroy Flecker Poems

1. A Fragment 4/15/2010
2. A Miracle Of Bethlehem 4/15/2010
3. A Ship, An Isle, A Sickle Moon 4/15/2010
4. A Western Voyage 4/15/2010
5. Ballad Of The Londoner 4/15/2010
6. Brumana 4/15/2010
7. Destroyer Of Ships, Men, Cities 4/15/2010
8. Don Juan In Hell 4/15/2010
9. Epithalamion 4/15/2010
10. Felo De Se 4/15/2010
11. Fountains 4/15/2010
12. Gravis Dulcis Immutabilis 4/15/2010
13. Hassan's Serenade 4/15/2010
14. Hialmar Speaks To The Raven: From Leconte De Lisle 4/15/2010
15. I Rose From Dreamless Hours.. 4/15/2010
16. Ideal 4/15/2010
17. Invitation 4/15/2010
18. Joseph And Mary 4/15/2010
19. Litany To Satan: From Baudelaire 4/15/2010
20. Lord Arnaldos 4/15/2010
21. Mignon 4/15/2010
22. My Friend 4/15/2010
23. No Coward's Song 4/15/2010
24. Oak And Olive 4/15/2010
25. Opportunity : From Machiavelli 4/15/2010
26. Oxford Canal 4/15/2010
27. Pavlovna In London 4/15/2010
28. Pillage 4/15/2010
29. Prayer 4/15/2010
30. Rioupéroux 4/15/2010
31. Santorin 4/15/2010
32. Stillness 4/15/2010
33. Tenebris Interlucentem: V. Ii 4/15/2010
34. The Ballad Of Camden Town 4/15/2010
35. The Ballad Of Hampstead Heath 4/15/2010
36. The Ballad Of Iskander 4/15/2010
37. The Ballad Of The Student In The South 4/15/2010
38. The Ballad Of Zacho (A Greek Legend) 4/15/2010
39. The Dying Patriot 4/15/2010
40. The First Sonnet Of Bathrolaire 4/15/2010

Comments about James Elroy Flecker

  • Josie Dyson (6/23/2005 8:00:00 AM)

    Flecker was an outstanding poet - sadly he died young and his poetry with him it seems. It is impossible to buy his poems now - all out of print I believe.

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Best Poem of James Elroy Flecker

The Golden Journey To Samarkand

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We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage
And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die,
We Poets of the proud old lineage
Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why, -

What shall we tell you? Tales, marvellous tales
Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest,
Where nevermore the rose of sunset pales,
And winds and shadows fall towards the West:

And there the world's first huge white-bearded kings
In dim glades sleeping, murmur in their sleep,
And closer round their breasts the ivy clings,
Cutting its pathway slow and...

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A Western Voyage

My friend the Sun—like all my friends
Inconstant, lovely, far away -
Is out, and bright, and condescends
To glory in our holiday.
A furious march with him I'll go
And race him in the Western train,
And wake the hills of long ago
And swim the Devon sea again.

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