John Freeman

(1880-1929 / England)

John Freeman Poems

1. Childhood Calls 9/24/2010
2. Comfortable Light 9/24/2010
3. Dark And Strange 9/24/2010
4. Dark Chestnut 9/24/2010
5. Delight 9/24/2010
6. Discovery 9/24/2010
7. Earth To Earth 9/24/2010
8. England's Enemy 9/24/2010
9. English Hills 9/24/2010
10. Evening Beauty: Blackfriars 9/24/2010
11. Eyes 9/24/2010
12. Fair And Brief 9/24/2010
13. Fair Eve 9/24/2010
14. Fear 9/24/2010
15. First Love 9/24/2010
16. Foreboding 9/24/2010
17. From Piccadilly In August 9/24/2010
18. From Piccadilly In August 9/24/2010
19. From Wear To Thames 9/24/2010
20. Fulfilment 9/24/2010
21. Grasses 9/24/2010
22. Hallo! 9/24/2010
23. Hands 9/24/2010
24. Happiness 9/24/2010
25. Happy Death 9/24/2010
26. Alone And Cold 9/24/2010
27. Asking Forgiveness 9/24/2010
28. At Evening's Hush 9/24/2010
29. At The Dock 9/24/2010
30. Beyond The Barn 9/24/2010
31. Bring Your Beauty 9/24/2010
32. But Most Thy Light 9/24/2010
33. Caterpillars 9/24/2010
34. Hector 9/24/2010
35. Home For Love 9/24/2010
36. Homecoming 9/24/2010
37. I Am That Creature 9/24/2010
38. I Have Never Loved You Yet 9/24/2010
39. I Will Ask 9/24/2010
40. Imagination 9/24/2010

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Best Poem of John Freeman

Happy Is England Now

There is not anything more wonderful
Than a great people moving towards the deep
Of an unguessed and unfeared future; nor
Is aught so dear of all held dear before
As the new passion stirring in their veins
When the destroying Dragon wakes from sleep.

Happy is England now, as never yet!
And though the sorrows of the slow days fret
Her faithfullest children, grief itself is proud.
Ev'n the warm beauty of this spring and summer
That turns to bitterness turns then to gladness
Since for this England the beloved ones died.

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Asking Forgiveness

I did not say, 'Yes, we had better part
Since love is over or must be suppressed.'
I did not say, 'I'll hold you in my heart
Saint-like, and in the thought of your thought rest,
And pray for you and wish you happiness
In a better love than mine.'

I was another man to another woman,
Tears falling or burnt dry were nothing then.

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