The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;It rains, and the wind is never weary;The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,But at every gust the dead leaves fall,And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;It rains, and the wind is never weary;My thoughts still cling to the … Continue reading Poem – “The Rainy Day”
Poetry
Poem – “The Hollow Men”
Mistah Kurtz-he dead A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when … Continue reading Poem – “The Hollow Men”
Poem – “The American Rebellion”
BEFORE 'Twas not while England's sword unsheathedPut half a world to flight,Nor while their new-built cities breathedSecure behind her might;Not while she poured from Pole to LineTreasure and ships and men—These worshippers at Freedoms shrineThey did not quit her then! Not till their foes were driven forthBy England o'er the main—Not till the Frenchman from … Continue reading Poem – “The American Rebellion”
Poem – “The Beginnings”
It was not part of their blood,It came to them very lateWith long arrears to make good,When the English began to hate. They were not easily moved,They were icy-willing to waitTill every count should be proved,Ere the English began to hate. Their voices were even and low,Their eyes were level and straight.There was neither sign … Continue reading Poem – “The Beginnings”
Poem – “In the Room”
"Ceste insigne fable et tragicque comedie."--RABELAIS The sun was down, and twilight greyFilled half the air; but in the room,Whose curtain had been drawn all day, The twilight was a dusky gloom:Which seemed at first as still as death, And void; but was indeed all rifeWith subtle thrills, the pulse and breath Of multitudinous lower life. In their … Continue reading Poem – “In the Room”
Poem – “Great River of Heaven”
The great River of HeavenDivides them ’til this day next year,Far distant;But we-I know not when-soThis sailing brings grief, indeed.-Fujiwara no Kinto
Poem- “Bingen on the Rhine”
A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers,There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears;But a comrade stood beside him, while his life-blood ebbed away,And bent, with pitying glances, to hear what he might say.The dying soldier faltered, and he took that comrade's hand,And he said, "I nevermore shall see … Continue reading Poem- “Bingen on the Rhine”
Poem – “An American”
The American Spirit speaks: If the Led Striker call it a strike,Or the papers call it a war,They know not much what I am like,Nor what he is, my Avatar. Through many roads, by me possessed,He shambles forth in cosmic guise;He is the Jester and the Jest,And he the Text himself applies. The Celt is … Continue reading Poem – “An American”
Poem – “Mandalay”
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea,There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:"Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!"Come you back to Mandalay,Where the old Flotilla lay:Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' … Continue reading Poem – “Mandalay”
Poem – “Lift Not the Painted Veil”
Lift not the painted veil which those who liveCall Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,And it but mimic all we would believeWith colours idly spread,—behind, lurk FearAnd Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weaveTheir shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear.I knew one who had lifted it—he sought,For his lost heart was tender, things to … Continue reading Poem – “Lift Not the Painted Veil”
Serpent's Den 