John Freeman

(1880-1929 / England)

Dark And Strange - Poem by John Freeman

When first Love came, then was I but a boy
Swept with delirium of undreamt joy.
Now Love comes to a man serious with change
Of life and death--and makes the world dark and strange.


Comments about Dark And Strange by John Freeman

There is no comment submitted by members..

Rudyard Kipling

If



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Friday, September 24, 2010



[Report Error]