Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

Walter de la Mare Poems

81. The Tryst 3/30/2010
82. The Veil 3/30/2010
83. The Widow 1/3/2003
84. The World Of Dream 8/2/2012
85. Tit For Tat 3/30/2010
86. Tom's Little Dog 1/3/2003
87. Unstooping 3/30/2010
88. Up And Down 3/30/2010
89. Wanderers 1/3/2003
90. When The Rose Is Faded 1/3/2003
91. Why? 1/3/2003
92. Winter 1/3/2003
93. Winter Dusk 1/3/2003

Comments about Walter de la Mare

  • Priyantha Guawardena (12/8/2013 8:49:00 AM)

    help me get the real idea of some one poem -priyantha

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    what is the fully meaning of some one

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  • Sylva Portoian Sylva Portoian (2/26/2010 7:17:00 AM)

    I can't -at all -f ancy him
    He writes like an eight-year old child.
    He became famous because of his dad,
    What a lucky-guy he is!
    A large platinum -spoon
    Pushed in his mouth.

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Best Poem of Walter de la Mare

The Listeners

"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grass
Of the forest's ferny floor;
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller's head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
"Is there anybody there?" he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of ...

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Tartary

If I were Lord of Tartary,
Myself, and me alone,
My bed should be of ivory,
Of beaten gold my throne;
And in my court should peacocks flaunt,
And in my forests tigers haunt,
And in my pools great fishes slant
Their fins athwart the sun.

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