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Villanelle Of Spring Bells - Poem by Keith Douglas

Bells in the town alight with spring
converse, with a concordance of new airs
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.

People emerge from winter to hear them ring,
children glitter with mischief and the blind man hears
bells in the town alight with spring.

Even he on his eyes feels the caressing
finger of Persephone, and her voice escaped from tears
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.

Bird feels the enchantment of his wing
and in ten fine notes dispels twenty cares.
Bells in the town alight with spring

warble the praise of Time, for he can bring
this season: chimes the merry heaven bears
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.

All evil men intent on evil thing
falter, for in their cold unready ears
bells in the town alight with spring
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.


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Comments about Villanelle Of Spring Bells by Keith Douglas

  • Gold Star - 57,324 Points Michael Walker (2/25/2020 8:44:00 PM)

    A villanelle which lingers in the mind long after spring has gone.
    It is appealing to be 'in the town alight with spring'.
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  • Gold Star - 700,591 Points Edward Kofi Louis (2/25/2020 10:19:00 AM)

    " Bells in the town alight with spring" !

    Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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  • Gold Star - 4,855 Points Chima Ononogbu (2/25/2020 8:28:00 AM)

    A poem with technical rendering. Nice. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 53,276 Points Dominic Windram (2/25/2020 6:12:00 AM)

    A well constructed villanelle that beautifully captures spring in all of its sumptuous glory. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 180,465 Points Mahtab Bangalee (2/25/2020 4:39:00 AM)

    warble the praise of Time, for he can bring
    this season: chimes the merry heaven bears
    make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing......//// beautiful expression on the time of Spring// yeah bell thy heart in time and enjoy the all peacefully in time; this time will serve the happiest outcome///
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  • Gold Star - 87,814 Points Terry Craddock (4/30/2015 9:31:00 PM)

    I cannot believe this poem is rated so low, from the wonderful first lines

    Bells in the town alight with spring
    converse, with a concordance of new airs
    make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.

    To beautiful content lines like 'Bird feels the enchantment of his wing' and 'warble the praise of Time, for he can bring' to the final stanza which speaks volume with

    All evil men intent on evil thing
    falter, for in their cold unready ears
    bells in the town alight with spring
    make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.

    This is a call to honour nature and spring, to refrain from evil and war, this poem is worthy of being read between the lines.10+++
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Villanelle Poems
  1. 1. Villanelle Of Spring Bells
    Keith Douglas
  2. 2. Villanelle: The Psychological Hour
    Ezra Pound
  3. 3. A Dainty Thing's The Villanelle
    William Ernest Henley
  4. 4. Double Villanelle
    Oscar Wilde
  5. 5. A Villanelle
    Oscar Wilde
  6. 6. A Nonsense Poem - A Villanelle
    Alison Cassidy
  7. 7. Villanelle Of Change
    Edwin Arlington Robinson
  8. 8. The Caged Thrush Freed And Home Again (V..
    Thomas Hardy
  9. 9. A Legacy Of Broken Dreams (Villanelle)
    Joshua Fegley
  10. 10. For Mel (Villanelle)
    Paul Hansford
  11. 11. Villanelle Of The Poet's Road
    Ernest Christopher Dowson
  12. 12. Villanelle Of Ye Young Poet's First Vill..
    Eugene O'Neill
  13. 13. Villanelle
    Ernest Christopher Dowson
  14. 14. Villanelle
    Andrew Lang
  15. 15. Villanelle Of Sunset
    Ernest Christopher Dowson
  16. 16. Villanelle
    William Ernest Henley
  17. 17. Villanelle Of His Lady’s Treasures
    Ernest Christopher Dowson
  18. 18. Villanelle Of Acheron
    Ernest Christopher Dowson
  19. 19. Villanelle
    William Empson
  20. 20. Villanelle Of Marguerite's
    Ernest Christopher Dowson
  21. 21. Villanelle At Sundown
    Donald Justice
  22. 22. Redgate Beach (A Villanelle)
    Diane Hine
  23. 23. Villanelle
    Victor James Daley
  24. 24. Villanelle
    Tom Billsborough
  25. 25. Quilting A Villanelle
    Diane Hine
  26. 26. Chatty Cathy Villanelle
    David Trinidad.
  27. 27. Villanelle On Depression
    Beatrice Dahlen
  28. 28. Villanelle: The Asian Tsunami Dec 26th,2..
    Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar ..
  29. 29. Cats (In The Style Of Dylan Thomas)[vill..
    Kim Barney
  30. 30. I Love You (Villanelle)
    Gert Strydom
  31. 31. Villanelle On A Proverb
    William F Dougherty
  32. 32. Villanelle
    Joachim du Bellay
  33. 33. Will And Elle (A Villanelle)
    Diane Hine
  34. 34. Ode To Spring (Villanelle)
    David Wood
  35. 35. Where The Wildflowers Bloom (Villanelle)
    David Wood
  36. 36. 'A Villanelle' By Thaumoctopus Mimicus
    Diane Hine
  37. 37. The Eagle Tree (Villanelle)
    Veronica Escalante
  38. 38. Villanelle D'Amidor Reprochant Une Légèr..
    Honoré d'Urfé
  39. 39. The Lord Jesus Christ Has Delayed His Co..
    Spock the Vegan
  40. 40. Lovers' Villanelle
    Bobbie Ann Pimm
  41. 41. Villanelle Of The Temptress
    James Joyce
  42. 42. The Road Grows With My Feet, A Villanelle
    Henry Tong
  43. 43. Whippomorpha (Villanelle)
    Diane Hine
  44. 44. Come With Me To This Island In The Sea (..
    Andrew Shiston
  45. 45. Denouement Villanelle
    Sylvia Plath
  46. 46. Ginger Cat (Villanelle)
    Milica Franchi De Luri
  47. 47. The Light's In My Head - Villanelle
    Patti Masterman
  48. 48. On A Sunny Summer Sunday (Villanelle)
    Gert Strydom
  49. 49. Eviction Of A Farmer (Villanelle)
    David Wood
  50. 50. Where Angels Pour The Cornflakes (Villan..
    Veronica Escalante

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Villanelle Poems

  1. Villanelle: The Psychological Hour

    I had over prepared the event, that much was ominous. With middle-ageing care I had laid out just the right books. I had almost turned down the pages. Beauty is so rare a thing. So few drink of my fountain. So much barren regret, So many hours wasted! And now I watch, from the window, the rain, the wandering busses. "Their little cosmos is shaken" - the air is alive with that fact. In their parts of the city they are played on by diverse forces. How do I know? Oh, I know well enough. For them there is something afoot. As for me; I had over-prepared the event - Beauty is so rare a thing. So few drink of my fountain. Two friends: a breath of the forest. . . Friends? Are people less friends because one has just, at last, found them? Twice they promised to come. "Between the night and the morning?" Beauty would drink of my mind. Youth would awhile forget my youth is gone from me. (Speak up! You have danced so stiffly? Someone admired your works, And said so frankly. "Did you talk like a fool, The first night? The second evening?" "But they promised again: 'To-morrow at tea-time'.") Now the third day is here - no word from either; No word from her nor him, Only another man's note: "Dear Pound, I am leaving England."

  2. A Villanelle

    O singer of Persephone! In the dim meadows desolate Dost thou remember Sicily? Still through the ivy flits the bee Where Amaryllis lies in state; O Singer of Persephone! Simaetha calls on Hecate And hears the wild dogs at the gate; Dost thou remember Sicily? Still by the light and laughing sea Poor Polypheme bemoans his fate; O Singer of Persephone! And still in boyish rivalry Young Daphnis challenges his mate; Dost thou remember Sicily? Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee, For thee the jocund shepherds wait; O Singer of Persephone! Dost thou remember Sicily?

  3. Double Villanelle

    I. O goat-foot God of Arcady! This modern world is grey and old, And what remains to us of thee? No more the shepherd lads in glee Throw apples at thy wattled fold, O goat-foot God of Arcady! Nor through the laurels can one see Thy soft brown limbs, thy beard of gold And what remains to us of thee? And dull and dead our Thames would be, For here the winds are chill and cold, O goat-loot God of Arcady! Then keep the tomb of Helice, Thine olive-woods, thy vine-clad wold, And what remains to us of thee? Though many an unsung elegy Sleeps in the reeds our rivers hold, O goat-foot God of Arcady! Ah, what remains to us of thee? II. Ah, leave the hills of Arcady, Thy satyrs and their wanton play, This modern world hath need of thee. No nymph or Faun indeed have we, For Faun and nymph are old and grey, Ah, leave the hills of Arcady! This is the land where liberty Lit grave-browed Milton on his way, This modern world hath need of thee! A land of ancient chivalry Where gentle Sidney saw the day, Ah, leave the hills of Arcady! This fierce sea-lion of the sea, This England lacks some stronger lay, This modern world hath need of thee! Then blow some trumpet loud and free, And give thine oaten pipe away, Ah, leave the hills of Arcady! This modern world hath need of thee!

  4. A Dainty Thing's The Villanelle

    A DAINTY thing's the Villanelle, Sly, musical, a jewel in rhyme, It serves its purpose passing well. A double-clappered silver bell That must be made to clink in chime, A dainty thing's the Villanelle; And if you wish to flute a spell, Or ask a meeting 'neath the lime, It serves its purpose passing well. You must not ask of it the swell Of organs grandiose and sublime-- A dainty thing's the Villanelle; And, filled with sweetness, as a shell Is filled with sound, and launched in time, It serves its purpose passing well. Still fair to see and good to smell As in the quaintness of its prime, A dainty thing's the Villanelle, It serves its purpose passing well.

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