John Freeman

(1880-1929 / England)

John Freeman Poems

41. In The Lane 9/24/2010
42. In Those Old Days 9/24/2010
43. Inevitable Change 9/24/2010
44. Let Honour Speak 9/24/2010
45. Let Me In 9/24/2010
46. Lighting The Fire 9/24/2010
47. Listening 9/24/2010
48. Loneliness 9/24/2010
49. Lonely Airs 9/24/2010
50. Memorial 9/24/2010
51. Merrill's Garden 9/24/2010
52. Moon Bathers 9/24/2010
53. More Than Sweet 9/24/2010
54. Judgment Day 9/24/2010
55. Justification 9/24/2010
56. Nearness 9/24/2010
57. Night And Night 9/24/2010
58. Nightfall 9/24/2010
59. No More Adieu 9/24/2010
60. O Muse Divine 9/24/2010
61. Old Fires 9/24/2010
62. On A Piece Of Silver 9/24/2010
63. Once There Was Time 9/24/2010
64. Out Of The East 9/24/2010
65. Perversities - I 9/24/2010
66. Perversities - Ii 9/24/2010
67. Prayer To My Lord 9/24/2010
68. Presage To Victory 9/24/2010
69. Queens 9/24/2010
70. Rapture 9/24/2010
71. Recovery 9/24/2010
72. Revisitation 9/24/2010
73. Sailing Of The _Glory_ 9/24/2010
74. Smoke 9/24/2010
75. Snows 9/24/2010
76. Some Hurt Thing 9/24/2010
77. Stars 9/24/2010
78. Stay 9/24/2010
79. Stone Trees 9/24/2010
80. Stones 9/24/2010

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Not With These Eyes

Let me not see your grief!
O, let not any see
That grief,
Nor how your heart still rocks
Like a temple with long earthquake shocks.
Let me not see
Your grief.

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
Your grief?

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 ...

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Absence

Distance no grace can lend you, but for me
Distance yet magnifies your mystery.
With you, and soon content, I ask how should
In your two eyes be hid my heaven of good?
How should your own mere voice the strange words speak
That tease me with the sense of what's to seek
In all the world beside? How your brown hair,
That simply and neglectfully you wear,
Bind my wild thoughts in its abundant snare?

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