Jan Struther

[Joyce Anstruther] (1901 - 1953)

Jan Struther Poems

1. Thoughts After Lighting A Fire 2/21/2017
2. The King's Road 2/21/2017
3. The Last Adventure 2/21/2017
4. Dandelion 2/21/2017
5. The Golden Touch 2/21/2017
6. Sleeveless Errand 2/23/2017
7. Knowledge 2/23/2017
8. The Blunder 2/23/2017
9. The Comet 2/23/2017
10. Lament In Spring 2/23/2017
11. Treasure 2/23/2017
12. Aconite 2/23/2017
13. Saint Valentine 2/23/2017
14. Epitaph 2/23/2017
15. To Grow Older 2/23/2017
16. Pastiche 2/23/2017
17. A Definition 2/23/2017
18. Wild Hare 2/23/2017
19. London Lovers 2/23/2017
20. Fool's Song 2/23/2017
21. Dedication: To An Unknown Reader 2/23/2017
22. How Strange A Stuff 2/23/2017
23. Epithalamion 2/23/2017
24. Cobwebs 2/23/2017
25. You Need Not Envy 2/23/2017
26. Betsinda Dances 2/24/2017
27. R. I. P. 2/24/2017
28. Love's Year 2/24/2017
29. Intimations Of Immortality In An Early Age 2/24/2017
30. To A. M. G. 2/24/2017
31. Jealousy 2/24/2017
32. Youth 2/24/2017
33. Advice To My Future Grand-Daughter 2/24/2017
34. 'Summer Time Ends' 2/24/2017
35. Time-Piece 2/24/2017
36. Stallions In The Strand 2/24/2017
37. The Cul-De-Sac 2/24/2017
38. The Burden 2/24/2017
39. The Choice 2/24/2017
40. Variation On An Old Proverb 2/24/2017

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Epithalamion

THE raw materials of love are yours-
Fond hearts, and lusty blood, and minds in tune;
And so, dear innocents! you think yourselves
Lovers full-blown.

Am I, because I own
Chisel, mallet and stone,
A sculptor? And must he
Who hears a skylark and can hold a pen
A poet be?
If neither's so, why then
You're not yet lovers. But in time to come
(If senses grow not dulled nor spirit dum
By constant exercise of skill and wit,
By patient toil and judgment exquisite
Of body, mind and heart,
You may, my innocents, fashion
This tenderness, this liking and ...

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Dandelion

Sir Daniel was a fearless knight;
In doublet green he went to fight.
The yellow plumes upon his head
Like the sun their brightness shed.
He rode no charger in the field,
Waved no banner, bore no shield,
But stood with broad and jagged blade
Challenging rogue and renegade.
Sir Daniel now is getting old;

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