Ralph Hodgson

(9 September 1871 – 3 November 1962)

Ralph Hodgson Poems

1. A Song Of Honour 4/19/2010
2. A Song 4/19/2010
3. A Wood Song 1/3/2003
4. After 1/3/2003
5. Babylon 4/19/2010
6. Eve 4/19/2010
7. February 4/19/2010
8. Ghoul Care 4/19/2010
9. Playmates 4/19/2010
10. Reason Has Moons 4/19/2010
11. Stupidity Street 4/19/2010
12. The Beggar 4/19/2010
13. The Bells Of Heaven 4/19/2010
14. The Birdcatcher 4/19/2010
15. The Bride 1/3/2003
16. The Bull 4/19/2010
17. The Gypsy Girl 4/19/2010
18. The House Across The Way 4/19/2010
19. The Journeyman 4/19/2010
20. The Late Last Rook 4/19/2010
21. The Moor 4/19/2010
22. The Mystery 4/19/2010
23. The Royal Mails 4/19/2010
24. The Song Of Honour 4/19/2010
25. The Swallow 4/19/2010
26. Three Poems 4/19/2010
27. Time, You Old Gypsy Man, 4/19/2010

Comments about Ralph Hodgson

  • June K (12/22/2017 8:25:00 AM)

    The poem twould ring tha bells of Heaven - makes me cry. Only poetry with great important thoughts can do this. Found this poem in The Brutal Telling by Louise Penny. So beautiful.

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  • Bernard Harris (11/14/2017 7:56:00 AM)

    My first introduction to Mr.Hodgson was in a recently read by me, a work by the late Siegfried Sassoon who considered the lyrical poem The Song of Honour Ngnificent work

Best Poem of Ralph Hodgson

The Bull

See an old unhappy bull,
Sick in soul and body both,
Slouching in the undergrowth
Of the forest beautiful,
Banished from the herd he led,
Bulls and cows a thousand head.
Cranes and gaudy parrots go
Up and down the burning sky;
Tree-top cats purr drowsily
In the dim-day green below;
And troops of monkeys, nutting, some,
All disputing, go and come;
And things abominable sit
Picking offal buck or swine,
On the mess and over it
Burnished flies and beetles shine,
And spiders big as bladders lie
Under hemlocks ten foot high;
And...

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The Bride

The book was dull, its pictures
As leaden as its lore,
But one glad, happy picture
Made up for all and more:
'Twas that of you, sweet peasant,
Beside your grannie's door --
I never stopped so startled
Inside a book before.

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