Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Twice A Week The Winter Thorough - Poem by Alfred Edward Housman

Twice a week the winter thorough
Here stood I to keep the goal:
Football then was fighting sorrow
For the young man's soul.

Now in Maytime to the wicket
Out I march with bat and pad:
See the son of grief at cricket
Trying to be glad.

Try I will; no harm in trying:
Wonder 'tis how little mirth
Keeps the bones of man from lying
On the bed of earth.

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  • Sylvaonyema Uba (3/8/2017 6:05:00 PM)

    Good poem
    Well written


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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