John Freeman Poems
|162.||Under The Linden Branches||9/24/2010|
|163.||Vision And Echo||9/24/2010|
|165.||Walking At Eve||9/24/2010|
|166.||When Childhood Died||9/24/2010|
|168.||The Silver One||9/24/2010|
|170.||You That Were||9/24/2010|
|173.||The Song Of The Forest||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|
|183.||I Heard A Voice Upon The Window Beat||9/24/2010|
|188.||The Night Watch||9/24/2010|
|193.||Take Care, Take Care||9/24/2010|
|196.||Against The Cold Pale Sky||9/24/2010|
|197.||All That I Was I Am||9/24/2010|
|199.||It Was The Lovely Moon||9/24/2010|
|200.||Happy Is England Now||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 ...
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.