John Freeman

(1880-1929 / England)

John Freeman Poems

161. Travelling 9/24/2010
162. Under The Linden Branches 9/24/2010
163. Vision And Echo 9/24/2010
164. Waking 9/24/2010
165. Walking At Eve 9/24/2010
166. When Childhood Died 9/24/2010
167. The Shock 9/24/2010
168. The Silver One 9/24/2010
169. The Snare 9/24/2010
170. You That Were 9/24/2010
171. Your Shadow 9/24/2010
172. The Valley 9/24/2010
173. The Song Of The Forest 9/24/2010
174. The Slaves 9/24/2010
175. The Shade 9/24/2010
176. Sleeping Sea 9/24/2010
177. The Body 9/24/2010
178. O Hide Me In Thy Love 9/24/2010
179. The Holy Mountains 9/24/2010
180. Scatter That Silver Ash Like Snow 9/24/2010
181. Lambourn Town 9/24/2010
182. Last Hours 9/24/2010
183. I Heard A Voice Upon The Window Beat 9/24/2010
184. Beechwood 9/24/2010
185. Music Comes 9/24/2010
186. The Beam 9/24/2010
187. The Kestrel 9/24/2010
188. The Night Watch 9/24/2010
189. The Wren 9/24/2010
190. The Unuttered 9/24/2010
191. The Hounds 9/24/2010
192. Change 9/24/2010
193. Take Care, Take Care 9/24/2010
194. November Skies 9/24/2010
195. Wild Heart 9/24/2010
196. Against The Cold Pale Sky 9/24/2010
197. All That I Was I Am 9/24/2010
198. The Kite 9/24/2010
199. It Was The Lovely Moon 9/24/2010
200. Happy Is England Now 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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