John Shaw Neilson Blue Poems

  • 1.
    The young girl stood beside me.
    I Saw not what her young eyes could see:
    - A light, she said, not of the sky
    Lives somewhere in the Orange Tree.
    ...
  • 2.
    QUIETLY as rosebuds
    Talk to thin air,
    Love came so lightly
    I knew not he was there.
    ...
  • 3.
    I would be dismal with all the fine pearls of the crown of a king;
    But I can talk plainly to you, you little blue flower of the Spring!
    Here in the heart of September the world that I walk in is full
    Of the hot happy sound of the shearing, the rude heavy scent of the wool.
    ...
  • 4.
    The bird is my neighbour, a whimsical fellow and dim;
    There is in the lake a nobility falling on him.

    The bird is a noble, he turns to the sky for a theme,
    ...
  • 5.
    Oh 'twas a poor country, in Autumn it was bare,
    The only green was the cutting grass and the sheep found little there.
    Oh, the thin wheat and the brown oats were never two foot high,
    But down in the poor country no pauper was I.
    ...
  • 6.
    In the far days, when every day was long,
    Fear was upon me and the fear was strong,
    Ere I had learned the recompense of song.

    ...
  • 7.
    On the blue plains in wintry days
    The stately birds move in the dance.
    Keen eyes have they, and quaint old ways
    On the blue plains in wintry days.
    ...
  • 8.
    Three women walked upon a road,
    And the first said airily,
    â??Of all the trees in all the world
    Which is the loving tree?�
    ...
  • 9.
    YOU, AND YELLOW AIR by John Shaw Neilson
    I dream of an old kissing-time
    And the flowered follies there;
    In the dim place of cherry-trees,
    ...
Total 9 Blue Poems by John Shaw Neilson

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