John Freeman

(1880-1929 / England)

John Freeman Poems

121. The Last Time 9/24/2010
122. The Light That Never Was On Sea Or Land 9/24/2010
123. The Lime Tree 9/24/2010
124. The Men Who Loved The Cause That Never Dies 9/24/2010
125. The Mouse 9/24/2010
126. The Native Country 9/24/2010
127. The Other House 9/24/2010
128. The Physician 9/24/2010
129. The Pigeons 9/24/2010
130. The Pond 9/24/2010
131. The Red House 9/24/2010
132. The Return 9/24/2010
133. The Second Flood 9/24/2010
134. The Stars In Their Courses 9/24/2010
135. The Streets 9/24/2010
136. The Swing 9/24/2010
137. The Thorn 9/24/2010
138. The Thrush Sings 9/24/2010
139. The Tossing Mountains 9/24/2010
140. The Tree 9/24/2010
141. The Undying 9/24/2010
142. The Unloosening 9/24/2010
143. The Unthrift 9/24/2010
144. The Visit 9/24/2010
145. The Waits 9/24/2010
146. The Wakers 9/24/2010
147. The Wanderer 9/24/2010
148. The Weaver Of Magic 9/24/2010
149. The Winds 9/24/2010
150. The Wish 9/24/2010
151. The Yew 9/24/2010
152. Thy Hill Leave Not 9/24/2010
153. Unpardoned 9/24/2010
154. Who Is It That Answers? 9/24/2010
155. Wilder Music 9/24/2010
156. Wisdom And A Mother 9/24/2010
157. Wonder 9/24/2010
158. Time From His Grave 9/24/2010
159. To My Mother 9/24/2010
160. To The Heavenly Power 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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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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