Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

(1840 - 1922 / England)

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt Poems

41. A Woman’s Sonnets: X 4/13/2010
42. A Woman’s Sonnets: Xi 4/13/2010
43. A Woman’s Sonnets: Xii 4/13/2010
44. Across The Pampas 4/13/2010
45. Adonis 4/13/2010
46. Alfred Tennyson 4/13/2010
47. All White 4/13/2010
48. All White Continued 4/13/2010
49. Ambition 4/13/2010
50. An Autumn Sonnet 4/13/2010
51. An Inscription 4/13/2010
52. A Vision Of Folly 4/13/2010
53. A Wedding March 4/13/2010
54. A Woman’s Sonnets: I 4/13/2010
55. A Woman’s Sonnets: Ii 4/13/2010
56. A Woman’s Sonnets: Iii 4/13/2010
57. Antara 4/13/2010
58. Assassins 4/13/2010
59. At A Funeral 4/13/2010
60. At The Gate 4/13/2010
61. At The Parting Of The Ways 4/13/2010
62. A Woman’s Sonnets: Ix 4/13/2010
63. A Woman’s Sonnets: V 4/13/2010
64. Chanclebury Ring 4/13/2010
65. Come With The Summer Leaves 4/13/2010
66. Condemned 4/13/2010
67. Coronation Ode 4/13/2010
68. Dead Joys 4/13/2010
69. Death In A Ball-Room 4/13/2010
70. Don Juan’s Good-Night 4/13/2010
71. El Harith 4/13/2010
72. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: I 4/13/2010
73. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Ii 4/13/2010
74. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Iii 4/13/2010
75. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Iv 4/13/2010
76. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Ix 4/13/2010
77. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Li 4/13/2010
78. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Lii 4/13/2010
79. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Liii 4/13/2010
80. Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Liv 4/13/2010

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Laughter And Death

THERE is no laughter in the natural world
Of beast or fish or bird, though no sad doubt
Of their futurity to them unfurled
Has dared to check the mirth-compelling shout.
The lion roars his solemn thunder out
To the sleeping woods. The eagle screams her cry.
Even the lark must strain a serious throat
To hurl his blest defiance at the sky.
Fear, anger, jealousy, have found a voice.
Love’s pain or rapture the brute bosoms swell.
Nature has symbols for her nobler joys,
Her nobler sorrows. Who had dared foretell
That only man, by some sad ...

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The Desolate City

DARK to me is the earth. Dark to me are the heavens.
   Where is she that I loved, the woman with eyes like stars?
Desolate are the streets. Desolate is the city.
   A city taken by storm, where none are left but the slain.

Sadly I rose at dawn, undid the latch of my shutters,
   Thinking to let in light, but I only let in love.
Birds in the boughs were awake; I listen'd to their chaunting;
   Each one sang to his love;

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