John Freeman Poems
|3.||Dark And Strange||9/24/2010|
|7.||Earth To Earth||9/24/2010|
|10.||Evening Beauty: Blackfriars||9/24/2010|
|12.||Fair And Brief||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|
|26.||Alone And Cold||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|
|35.||Home For Love||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|
Comments about John Freeman
Not With These Eyes
Let me not see your grief!
O, let not any see
Nor how your heart still rocks
Like a temple with long earthquake shocks.
Let me not see
These eyes have seen such wrong,
Yet remained cold:
Ills grown strong,
Corruption's many-headed worm
Destroying feet that moved so firm--
Shall these eyes see
And that black worm has crawled
Into the brain
Where thought had walked
Nobly, and love and honour moved as one,
And brave things bravely were begun....
Now, can thought see
Unabashed your ...
All That I Was I Am
Hateful it seems now, yet was I not happy?
Starved of the things I loved, I did not know
I loved them, and was happy lacking them.
If bitterness comes now (and that is hell)
It is when I forget that I was happy,
Accusing Fate, that sits and nods and laughs,
Because I was not born a bird or tree.
Let accusation sleep, lest God's own finger
Point angry from the cloud in which He hides.