Victoria Sackville-West Poems
|1.||Mariana In The North||4/15/2010|
|9.||Beechwoods At Knole||1/1/2004|
|10.||The Greater Cats||1/1/2004|
|11.||Leopards At Knole||1/1/2004|
|12.||A Saxon Song||4/15/2010|
|15.||And So It Ends||1/1/2004|
|17.||Days I Enjoy||1/1/2004|
Days I Enjoy
Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens,
When I have no engagements written on my block,
When no one comes to disturb my inward peace,
When no one comes to take me away from myself
And turn me into a patchwork, a jig-saw puzzle,
A broken mirror that once gave a whole reflection,
Being so contrived that it takes too long a time
To get myself back to myself when they have gone.
The years are too strickly measured, and life too short
For me to afford such bits of myself to my friends.
And what have I to give my friends in the last resort?
The Greater Cats
The greater cats with golden eyes
Stare out between the bars.
Deserts are there, and the different skies,
And night with different stars.
They prowl the aromatic hill,
And mate as fiercely as they kill,
To roam, to live, to drink their fill;
But this beyond their wit know I:
Man loves a little, and for long shall die.