Robert Nichols Poems
|1.||Address To The Sunset||4/14/2010|
|2.||At The Wars||4/14/2010|
|3.||Battery Moving Up To A New Position From Rest Camp:Dawn||4/14/2010|
|5.||Comrades An Episode||4/14/2010|
|9.||I Must Remember Now||4/14/2010|
|13.||O Nightingale My Heart||4/14/2010|
|18.||The Day's March||4/14/2010|
|19.||The Flower Of Flame||4/14/2010|
|20.||The Last Salute||4/14/2010|
|21.||The Naiads' Music: From A Faun's Holiday||4/14/2010|
|22.||The Nocturne: Address To The Sunset||4/14/2010|
|23.||The Philosopher's Oration: A Faun's Holiday||4/14/2010|
|25.||The Prophetic Bard's Oration: From A Faun's Holiday||4/14/2010|
|26.||The Sprig Of Lime||4/14/2010|
|29.||Three Songs Of The Enigma||4/14/2010|
Was there love once? I have forgotten her.
Was there grief once? Grief yet is mine.
Other loves I have, men rough, but men who stir
More grief, more joy, than love of thee and thine.
Faces cheerful, full of whimsical mirth,
Lined by the wind, burned by the sun;
Bodies enraptured by the abounding earth,
As whose children we are brethern: one.
And any moment may descend hot death
To shatter limbs! Pulp, tear, blast
Belovèd soldiers who love rough life and breath
Not less for dying faithful to the last.
O the fading eyes, the grimed face ...
Comrades An Episode
Before, before he was aware
The 'Verey' light had risen… on the air
in hung glistering..
And he could not stay his hand
From moving to the barbed wire's broken strand.
A rifle cracked.
Night waned. He was alone. A heavy shell
Whispered itself passing high, high overhead.