Past and Present
The Audit
The Apple Tree
Her New-Year Posy
Counting Sheep
The Trees at Night
The Dead
D.
The Audit
The Apple Tree
Her New-Year Posy
Counting Sheep
The Trees at Night
The Dead
D.
Abercrombie - Georgian Poetry 1920-22
Its upholders may retort that much of the
work which I prefer seems to them, in its lack of inspiration and its
comparative finish, like tapioca imitating pearls. Either view--possibly
both--may be right. I will only say that with an occasional exception
for some piece of rebelliousness or even levity which may have taken my
fancy, I have tried to choose no verse but such as in Wordsworth's phrase
The high and tender Muses shall accept
With gracious smile, deliberately pleased.
There are seven new-comers--Messrs. Armstrong, Blunden, Hughes, Kerr,
Prewett and Quennell, and Miss Sackville-West. Thanks and
acknowledgments are due to Messrs. Jonathan Cape, Chatto and Windus, R.
Cobden-Sanderson, Constable, W. Collins, Heinemann, Hodder and
Stoughton, John Lane, Macmillan, Martin Secker, Selwyn and Blount,
Sidgwick and Jackson, and the Golden Cockerel Press; and to the Editors
of 'The Cbapbook', 'The London Mercury' and 'The Westminster
Gazette'.
E. M.
July, 1922
CONTENTS
LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE
Ryton Firs
MARTIN ARMSTRONG
The Buzzards (from 'The Buzzards')
Honey Harvest
Miss Thompson Goes Shopping (from 'The Buzzards')
EDMUND BLUNDEN
The Poor Man's Pig (from 'The Shepherd')
Almswomen (from 'The Waggoner')
Perch-fishing " " "
The Giant Puffball (from 'The Shepherd')
The Child's Grave " " "
April Byeway " " "
WILLIAM H. DAVIES
The Captive Lion (from 'The Song of Life')
A Bird's Anger " " "
The Villain " " "
Love's Caution " " "
Wasted Hours (from 'The Hour of Magic')
The Truth (from 'The Song of Life')
WALTER DE LA MARE
The Moth (from 'The Veil')
'Sotto Voce' " "
Sephina (from 'Flora ')
Titmouse (from 'The Veil')
Suppose (from 'Flora')
The Corner Stone (from 'The Veil')
JOHN DRINKWATER
Persuasion (from 'Seeds of Time')
JOHN FREEMAN
I Will Ask (from 'Poems New and Old')
The Evening Sky " " "
The Caves " " "
Moon-Bathers (from 'Music')
In Those Old Days (from 'Poems New and Old')
Caterpillars (from 'Music')
Change " "
WILFRID GIBSON
Fire (from 'Neighbours')
Barbara Fell " "
Philip and Phoebe Ware " "
By the Weir " "
Worlds " "
ROBERT GRAVES
Lost Love (from 'The Pier-Glass')
Morning Phoenix " "
A Lover Since Childhood
Sullen Moods
The Pier-Glass (from 'The Pier-Glass')
The Troll's Nosegay " "
Fox's Dingle " "
The General Elliott (from 'On English Poetry')
The Patchwork Bonnet (from 'The Pier-Glass')
RICHARD HUGHES
The Singing Furies (from 'Gipsy-Night')
Moonstruck " "
Vagrancy " "
Poets, Painters, Puddings "
WILLIAM KERR
In Memoriam D. O. M.
Past and Present
The Audit
The Apple Tree
Her New-Year Posy
Counting Sheep
The Trees at Night
The Dead
D. H. LAWRENCE
Snake
HAROLD MONRO
Thistledown (from 'Real Property')
Real Property " " "
Unknown Country " " "
ROBERT NICHOLS
Night Rhapsody (from 'Aurelia')
November " "
J. D. C. FELLOW
After London
On a Friend who died suddenly upon the Seashore
Tenebræ
When All is Said
FRANK PREWETT
To my Mother in Canada
Voices of Women (from 'Poems')
The Somme Valley " "
Burial Stones " "
Snow-Buntings " "
The Kelso Road " "
Baldon Lane " "
Come Girl, and Embrace "
PETER QUENNELL
Procne
A Man to a Sunflower
Perception
Pursuit
V. SACKVILLE-WEST
A Saxon Song (from 'Orchard and Vineyard')
Mariana in the North " " "
Full Moon " " "
Sailing Ships " " "
Trio " " "
Bitterness " " "
Evening " " "
EDWARD SHANKS
The Rock Pool (from 'The Island of Youth')
The Glade " " "
Memory " " "
Woman's Song
The Wind
A Lonely Place
J. C. SQUIRE
Elegy (from 'Poems,' 2nd series)
Meditation in Lamplight " "
Late Snow " "
FRANCIS BRETT YOUNG
Seascape
Scirocco
The Quails
Song at Santa Cruz
BIBLIOGRAPHY
* * * * *
LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE
RYTON FIRS
'The Dream'
All round the knoll, on days of quietest air,
Secrets are being told; and if the trees
Speak out--let them make uproar loud as drums--
'Tis secrets still, shouted instead of whisper'd.
There must have been a warning given once:
No tree, on pain of withering and sawfly,
To reach the slimmest of his snaky toes
Into this mounded sward and rumple it;
All trees stand back: taboo is on this soil. --
The trees have always scrupulously obeyed.
The grass, that elsewhere grows as best it may
Under the larches, countable long nesh blades,
Here in clear sky pads the ground thick and close
As wool upon a Southdown wether's back;
And as in Southdown wool, your hand must sink
Up to the wrist before it find the roots.
A bed for summer afternoons, this grass;
But in the Spring, not too softly entangling
For lively feet to dance on, when the green
Flashes with daffodils. From Marcle way,
From Dymock, Kempley, Newent, Bromesberrow,
Redmarley, all the meadowland daffodils seem
Running in golden tides to Ryton Firs,
To make the knot of steep little wooded hills
Their brightest show: O bella età de l'oro!
Now I breathe you again, my woods of Ryton:
Not only golden with your daffodil-fires
Lying in pools on the loose dusky ground
Beneath the larches, tumbling in broad rivers
Down sloping grass under the cherry trees
And birches: but among your branches clinging
A mist of that Ferrara-gold I first
Loved in the easy hours then green with you;
And as I stroll about you now, I have
Accompanying me--like troops of lads and lasses
Chattering and dancing in a shining fortune--
Those mornings when your alleys of long light
And your brown rosin-scented shadows were
Enchanted with the laughter of my boys.
'The Voices in the Dream'
Follow my heart, my dancing feet,
Dance as blithe as my heart can beat.
work which I prefer seems to them, in its lack of inspiration and its
comparative finish, like tapioca imitating pearls. Either view--possibly
both--may be right. I will only say that with an occasional exception
for some piece of rebelliousness or even levity which may have taken my
fancy, I have tried to choose no verse but such as in Wordsworth's phrase
The high and tender Muses shall accept
With gracious smile, deliberately pleased.
There are seven new-comers--Messrs. Armstrong, Blunden, Hughes, Kerr,
Prewett and Quennell, and Miss Sackville-West. Thanks and
acknowledgments are due to Messrs. Jonathan Cape, Chatto and Windus, R.
Cobden-Sanderson, Constable, W. Collins, Heinemann, Hodder and
Stoughton, John Lane, Macmillan, Martin Secker, Selwyn and Blount,
Sidgwick and Jackson, and the Golden Cockerel Press; and to the Editors
of 'The Cbapbook', 'The London Mercury' and 'The Westminster
Gazette'.
E. M.
July, 1922
CONTENTS
LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE
Ryton Firs
MARTIN ARMSTRONG
The Buzzards (from 'The Buzzards')
Honey Harvest
Miss Thompson Goes Shopping (from 'The Buzzards')
EDMUND BLUNDEN
The Poor Man's Pig (from 'The Shepherd')
Almswomen (from 'The Waggoner')
Perch-fishing " " "
The Giant Puffball (from 'The Shepherd')
The Child's Grave " " "
April Byeway " " "
WILLIAM H. DAVIES
The Captive Lion (from 'The Song of Life')
A Bird's Anger " " "
The Villain " " "
Love's Caution " " "
Wasted Hours (from 'The Hour of Magic')
The Truth (from 'The Song of Life')
WALTER DE LA MARE
The Moth (from 'The Veil')
'Sotto Voce' " "
Sephina (from 'Flora ')
Titmouse (from 'The Veil')
Suppose (from 'Flora')
The Corner Stone (from 'The Veil')
JOHN DRINKWATER
Persuasion (from 'Seeds of Time')
JOHN FREEMAN
I Will Ask (from 'Poems New and Old')
The Evening Sky " " "
The Caves " " "
Moon-Bathers (from 'Music')
In Those Old Days (from 'Poems New and Old')
Caterpillars (from 'Music')
Change " "
WILFRID GIBSON
Fire (from 'Neighbours')
Barbara Fell " "
Philip and Phoebe Ware " "
By the Weir " "
Worlds " "
ROBERT GRAVES
Lost Love (from 'The Pier-Glass')
Morning Phoenix " "
A Lover Since Childhood
Sullen Moods
The Pier-Glass (from 'The Pier-Glass')
The Troll's Nosegay " "
Fox's Dingle " "
The General Elliott (from 'On English Poetry')
The Patchwork Bonnet (from 'The Pier-Glass')
RICHARD HUGHES
The Singing Furies (from 'Gipsy-Night')
Moonstruck " "
Vagrancy " "
Poets, Painters, Puddings "
WILLIAM KERR
In Memoriam D. O. M.
Past and Present
The Audit
The Apple Tree
Her New-Year Posy
Counting Sheep
The Trees at Night
The Dead
D. H. LAWRENCE
Snake
HAROLD MONRO
Thistledown (from 'Real Property')
Real Property " " "
Unknown Country " " "
ROBERT NICHOLS
Night Rhapsody (from 'Aurelia')
November " "
J. D. C. FELLOW
After London
On a Friend who died suddenly upon the Seashore
Tenebræ
When All is Said
FRANK PREWETT
To my Mother in Canada
Voices of Women (from 'Poems')
The Somme Valley " "
Burial Stones " "
Snow-Buntings " "
The Kelso Road " "
Baldon Lane " "
Come Girl, and Embrace "
PETER QUENNELL
Procne
A Man to a Sunflower
Perception
Pursuit
V. SACKVILLE-WEST
A Saxon Song (from 'Orchard and Vineyard')
Mariana in the North " " "
Full Moon " " "
Sailing Ships " " "
Trio " " "
Bitterness " " "
Evening " " "
EDWARD SHANKS
The Rock Pool (from 'The Island of Youth')
The Glade " " "
Memory " " "
Woman's Song
The Wind
A Lonely Place
J. C. SQUIRE
Elegy (from 'Poems,' 2nd series)
Meditation in Lamplight " "
Late Snow " "
FRANCIS BRETT YOUNG
Seascape
Scirocco
The Quails
Song at Santa Cruz
BIBLIOGRAPHY
* * * * *
LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE
RYTON FIRS
'The Dream'
All round the knoll, on days of quietest air,
Secrets are being told; and if the trees
Speak out--let them make uproar loud as drums--
'Tis secrets still, shouted instead of whisper'd.
There must have been a warning given once:
No tree, on pain of withering and sawfly,
To reach the slimmest of his snaky toes
Into this mounded sward and rumple it;
All trees stand back: taboo is on this soil. --
The trees have always scrupulously obeyed.
The grass, that elsewhere grows as best it may
Under the larches, countable long nesh blades,
Here in clear sky pads the ground thick and close
As wool upon a Southdown wether's back;
And as in Southdown wool, your hand must sink
Up to the wrist before it find the roots.
A bed for summer afternoons, this grass;
But in the Spring, not too softly entangling
For lively feet to dance on, when the green
Flashes with daffodils. From Marcle way,
From Dymock, Kempley, Newent, Bromesberrow,
Redmarley, all the meadowland daffodils seem
Running in golden tides to Ryton Firs,
To make the knot of steep little wooded hills
Their brightest show: O bella età de l'oro!
Now I breathe you again, my woods of Ryton:
Not only golden with your daffodil-fires
Lying in pools on the loose dusky ground
Beneath the larches, tumbling in broad rivers
Down sloping grass under the cherry trees
And birches: but among your branches clinging
A mist of that Ferrara-gold I first
Loved in the easy hours then green with you;
And as I stroll about you now, I have
Accompanying me--like troops of lads and lasses
Chattering and dancing in a shining fortune--
Those mornings when your alleys of long light
And your brown rosin-scented shadows were
Enchanted with the laughter of my boys.
'The Voices in the Dream'
Follow my heart, my dancing feet,
Dance as blithe as my heart can beat.
