Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

From Far, From Eve And Morning - Poem by Alfred Edward Housman

From far, from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I.

Now-- for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart--
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.

Speak now, and I will answer;
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind's twelve quarters
I take my endless way.


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  • (2/16/2016 4:12:00 PM)


    Thanks for the offer. Before you go, please give me your opinion on a couple of ideas of mine, one about Ovid and one about Manilius.
    Geoffrey Plowden
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  • (12/26/2014 12:43:00 PM)


    Sublime poem, soundtrack an utter travesty! Seeing the photgraph, I had hoped for a vintage recording, perhaps even of the poet himself. Instead, we hear a female Stephen Hawking. Poetry: that which is lost in computerisation. (Report) Reply

  • (11/4/2013 7:04:00 PM)


    And our little life is rounded with a sleep. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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