Harold Monro Suddenly Poems

  • 1.
    Slow bleak awakening from the morning dream
    Brings me in contact with the sudden day.
    I am alive รข?? this I.
    I let my fingers move along my body.
    ...
  • 2.
    The holy boy
    Went from his mother out in the cool of the day
    Over the sun-parched fields
    And in among the olives shining green and shining grey.
    ...
  • 3.
    When I returned at sunset,
    The serving-maid was singing softly
    Under the dark stairs, and in the house
    Twilight had entered like a moon-ray.
    ...
  • 4.
    When you and I go down
    Breathless and cold,
    Our faces both worn back
    To earthly mould,
    ...
  • 5.
    I
    If suddenly a clod of earth should rise,
    And walk about, and breathe, and speak, and love,
    How one would tremble, and in what surprise
    ...
  • 6.
    I
    The train! The twleve o'clock for paradise.
    Hurry, or it will try to creep away.
    Out in the country every one is wise:
    ...
  • 7.
    When the tea is brought at five o'clock,
    And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
    The little black cat with bright green eyes
    Is suddenly purring there.
    ...
  • 8.
    They are the angels of that watery world,
    With so much knowledge that they just aspire
    To move themselves on golden fins,
    Or fill their paradise with fire
    ...
  • 9.
    Since man has been articulate,
    Mechanical, improvidently wise,
    (Servant of Fate),
    He has not understood the little cries
    ...
Total 9 Suddenly Poems by Harold Monro

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