Lord Alfred Douglas

(1870 - 1945 / England)

The Green River - Poem by Lord Alfred Douglas

I know a green grass path that leaves the field,
And like a running river, winds along
Into a leafy wood where is no throng
Of birds at noon-day, and no soft throats yield
Their music to the moon. The place is sealed,
An unclaimed sovereignty of voiceless song,
And all the unravished silences belong
To some sweet singer lost or unrevealed.
So is my soul become a silent place.
Oh, may I wake from this uneasy night
To find a voice of music manifold.
Let it be shape of sorrow with wan face,
Or Love that swoons on sleep, or else delight
That is as wide-eyed as a marigold.


Comments about The Green River by Lord Alfred Douglas

  • Rajnish Manga (8/23/2017 1:10:00 PM)


    An unclaimed sovereignty of voiceless song,
    And all the unravished silences belong
    To some sweet singer lost or unrevealed....//.... Lovely expression and a poetic masterpiece.
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (8/23/2017 12:40:00 PM)


    The place is sealed! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (8/23/2017 10:15:00 AM)


    A beautiful metaphorical poem on nature having stunning expression. (Report) Reply

  • Sabita Sahoo (8/23/2017 8:47:00 AM)


    Oh, may I wake from this uneasy night
    To find a voice of music manifold.
    Let it be shape of sorrow with wan face,
    Or Love that swoons on sleep, or else delight

    A nice poem.
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  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (8/23/2017 7:44:00 AM)


    I know a green grass path that leaves the field,
    And like a running river, winds along
    Into a leafy wood where is no throng
    Of birds at noon-day, and no soft throats yield
    Their music to the moon

    Nice to go through this marvelous poem.10 for it.
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  • Anita Aparajita Das (8/23/2017 7:28:00 AM)


    Beautiful poem.

    And all the unravished silences belong
    To some sweet singer lost or unrevealed.
    So is my soul become a silent place.
    (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (8/23/2017 2:48:00 AM)


    Such an interesting work of poetry.... (Report) Reply

  • Rahman Henry (8/23/2017 2:39:00 AM)


    So artistic and sad poem; I like it and have rated in full score. He, in fact, was an excellent, profound poet. (Report) Reply

  • Tapan M. Saren (7/21/2016 4:17:00 AM)


    Beautiful piece of art.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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