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Ode In Memory Of The American Volunteers Fallen For France Ode In Memory Of The American Volunteers Fallen For France

Ode In Memory Of The American Volunteers Fallen For France
(To have been read before the statue of Lafayette and Washington in Paris, on Decoration Day, May 30, 1916.) IAy, it is fitting on this holiday,Commemorative of our soldier dead,When--with sweet flowers of our New England MayHiding the lichened stones by fifty years made gray --Their graves in every town are garlanded,That pious tribute should be given tooTo our intrepid fewObscurely fallen here beyond the seas.Those to preserve their country's greatness died;But by the death of theseSomething that we can look upon with prideHas been achieved, nor wholly unrepliedCan sneerers triumph in the charge they makeThat from a war where... Poems - Post by : doylepub - Date : June 2011 - Author : Alan Seeger - Read : 2624

Introduction And Conclusion Of A Long Poem Introduction And Conclusion Of A Long Poem

Introduction And Conclusion Of A Long Poem
I have gone sometimes by the gates of DeathAnd stood beside the cavern through whose doorsEnter the voyagers into the unseen.From that dread threshold only, gazing back,Have eyes in swift illumination seenLife utterly revealed, and guessed thereinWhat things were vital and what things were vain.Know then, like a vast ocean from my feetSpreading away into the morning sky,I saw unrolled my vanished days, and, lo,Oblivion like a morning mist obscuredToils, trials, ambitions, agitations, ease,And like green isles, sun-kissed, with sweet perfumeLoading the airs blown back from that dim gulf,Gleamed only through the all-involving hazeThe hours when we have loved and been... Poems - Post by : rondo - Date : June 2011 - Author : Alan Seeger - Read : 2209

A Message To America A Message To America

A Message To America
You have the grit and the guts, I know;You are ready to answer blow for blowYou are virile, combative, stubborn, hard,But your honor ends with your own back-yard;Each man intent on his private goal,You have no feeling for the whole;What singly none would tolerateYou let unpunished hit the state,Unmindful that each man must shareThe stain he lets his country wear,And (what no traveller ignores)That her good name is often yours. You are proud in the pride that feels its might;From your imaginary heightMen of another race or hueAre men of a lesser breed to you:The neighbor at your southern gateYou treat... Poems - Post by : bigjim_l0pht - Date : June 2011 - Author : Alan Seeger - Read : 2102

Liebestod Liebestod

Liebestod
I who, conceived beneath another star,Had been a prince and played with life, insteadHave been its slave, an outcast exiled farFrom the fair things my faith has merited.My ways have been the ways that wanderers treadAnd those that make romance of poverty --Soldier, I shared the soldier's board and bed,And Joy has been a thing more oft to meWhispered by summer wind and summer seaThan known incarnate in the hours it liesAll warm against our hearts and laughs into our eyes.I know not if in risking my best daysI shall leave utterly behind me hereThis dream that lightened me through lonesome... Poems - Post by : DanMauk - Date : June 2011 - Author : Alan Seeger - Read : 2934

Bellinglise Bellinglise

Bellinglise
IDeep in the sloping forest that surroundsThe head of a green valley that I know,Spread the fair gardens and ancestral groundsOf Bellinglise, the beautiful chateau.Through shady groves and fields of unmown grass,It was my joy to come at dusk and see,Filling a little pond's untroubled glass,Its antique towers and mouldering masonry.Oh, should I fall to-morrow, lay me here,That o'er my tomb, with each reviving year,Wood-flowers may blossom and the wood-doves croon;And lovers by that unrecorded place,Passing, may pause, and cling a little space,Close-bosomed, at the rising of the moon. IIHere in happier times the huntsman's hornEchoing from... Poems - Post by : Sean_Marler - Date : June 2011 - Author : Alan Seeger - Read : 1819

Clouds Rosy-tinted In The Setting Sun Clouds Rosy-tinted In The Setting Sun

Clouds Rosy-tinted In The Setting Sun
Clouds rosy-tinted in the setting sun,Depths of the azure eastern sky between,Plains where the poplar-bordered highways run,Patched with a hundred tints of brown and green, --Beauty of Earth, when in thy harmoniesThe cannon's note has ceased to be a part,I shall return once more and bring to theseThe worship of an undivided heart.Of those sweet potentialities that waitFor my heart's deep desire to fecundateI shall resume the search, if Fortune grants;And the great cities of the world shall yetBe golden frames for me in which to setNew masterpieces of more rare romance.(The end)Alan Seeger's poem: Clouds Rosy-Tinted In The Setting Sun... Poems - Post by : joe06 - Date : June 2011 - Author : Alan Seeger - Read : 693

On Returning To The Front After Leave On Returning To The Front After Leave

On Returning To The Front After Leave
Apart sweet women (for whom Heaven be blessed),Comrades, you cannot think how thin and blueLook the leftovers of mankind that rest,Now that the cream has been skimmed off in you.War has its horrors, but has this of good --That its sure processes sort out and bindBrave hearts in one intrepid brotherhoodAnd leave the shams and imbeciles behind.Now turn we joyful to the great attacks,Not only that we face in a fair fieldOur valiant foe and all his deadly tools,But also that we turn disdainful backsOn that poor world we scorn yet die to shield --That world of cowards, hypocrites, and fools.(The... Poems - Post by : Davey - Date : June 2011 - Author : Alan Seeger - Read : 2750

I Have Sought Happiness, But It Has Been I Have Sought Happiness, But It Has Been

I Have Sought Happiness, But It Has Been
I have sought Happiness, but it has beenA lovely rainbow, baffling all pursuit,And tasted Pleasure, but it was a fruitMore fair of outward hue than sweet within.Renouncing both, a flake in the fermentOf battling hosts that conquer or recoil,There only, chastened by fatigue and toil,I knew what came the nearest to content.For there at least my troubled flesh was freeFrom the gadfly Desire that plagued it so;Discord and Strife were what I used to know,Heartaches, deception, murderous jealousy;By War transported far from all of these,Amid the clash of arms I was at peace.(The end)Alan Seeger's poem: I Have Sought Happiness, But... Poems - Post by : ak47bih - Date : June 2011 - Author : Alan Seeger - Read : 2862

Well, Seeing I Have No Hope, Then Let Us Part Well, Seeing I Have No Hope, Then Let Us Part

Well, Seeing I Have No Hope, Then Let Us Part
Well, seeing I have no hope, then let us part;Having long taught my flesh to master fear,I should have learned by now to rule my heart,Although, Heaven knows, 'tis not so easy near.Oh, you were made to make men miserableAnd torture those who would have joy in you,But I, who could have loved you, dear, so well,Take pride in being a good loser too;And it has not been wholly unsuccess,For I have rescued from forgetfulnessSome moments of this precious time that flies,Adding to my past wealth of memoryThe pretty way you once looked up at me,Your low, sweet voice, your smile,... Poems - Post by : Reeve - Date : June 2011 - Author : Alan Seeger - Read : 1352

Oh, Love Of Woman, You Are Known To Be Oh, Love Of Woman, You Are Known To Be

Oh, Love Of Woman, You Are Known To Be
Oh, love of woman, you are known to beA passion sent to plague the hearts of men;For every one you bring felicityBringing rebuffs and wretchedness to ten.I have been oft where human life sold cheapAnd seen men's brains spilled out about their earsAnd yet that never cost me any sleep;I lived untroubled and I shed no tears.Fools prate how war is an atrocious thing;I always knew that nothing it impliedEqualled the agony of sufferingOf him who loves and loves unsatisfied.War is a refuge to a heart like this;Love only tells it what true torture is.(The end)Alan Seeger's poem: Oh, Love Of... Poems - Post by : jdeschner - Date : June 2011 - Author : Alan Seeger - Read : 2796

There Have Been Times When I Could Storm And Plead There Have Been Times When I Could Storm And Plead

There Have Been Times When I Could Storm And Plead
There have been times when I could storm and plead,But you shall never hear me supplicate.These long months that have magnified my needHave made my asking less importunate,For now small favors seem to me so greatThat not the courteous lovers of old timeWere more content to rule themselves and wait,Easing desire with discourse and sweet rhyme.Nay, be capricious, willful; have no fearTo wound me with unkindness done or said,Lest mutual devotion make too dearMy life that hangs by a so slender thread,And happy love unnerve me before MayFor that stern part that I have yet to play.(The end)Alan Seeger's poem: There... Poems - Post by : bigincome - Date : June 2011 - Author : Alan Seeger - Read : 1637

Oh, You Are More Desirable To Me Oh, You Are More Desirable To Me

Oh, You Are More Desirable To Me
Oh, you are more desirable to meThan all I staked in an impulsive hour,Making my youth the sport of chance, to beBlighted or torn in its most perfect flower;For I think less of what that chance may bringThan how, before returning into fire,To make my dearest memory of the thingThat is but now my ultimate desire.And in old times I should have prayed to herWhose haunt the groves of windy Cyprus were,To prosper me and crown with good successMy will to make of you the rose-twined bowlFrom whose inebriating brim my soulShall drink its last of earthly happiness.(The end)Alan Seeger's poem:... Poems - Post by : talkshow - Date : June 2011 - Author : Alan Seeger - Read : 3180

Seeing You Have Not Come With Me, Nor Spent Seeing You Have Not Come With Me, Nor Spent

Seeing You Have Not Come With Me, Nor Spent
Seeing you have not come with me, nor spentThis day's suggestive beauty as we ought,I have gone forth alone and been contentTo make you mistress only of my thought.And I have blessed the fate that was so kindIn my life's agitations to includeThis moment's refuge where my sense can findRefreshment, and my soul beatitude.Oh, be my gentle love a little while!Walk with me sometimes. Let me see you smile.Watching some night under a wintry sky,Before the charge, or on the bed of pain,These blessed memories shall revive againAnd be a power to cheer and fortify.(The end)Alan Seeger's poem: Seeing You... Poems - Post by : mpibizsa - Date : June 2011 - Author : Alan Seeger - Read : 2128

To . . . In Church To . . . In Church

To . . . In Church
If I was drawn here from a distant place,'Twas not to pray nor hear our friend's address,But, gazing once more on your winsome face,To worship there Ideal Loveliness.On that pure shrine that has too long ignoredThe gifts that once I brought so frequentlyI lay this votive offering, to recordHow sweet your quiet beauty seemed to me.Enchanting girl, my faith is not a thingBy futile prayers and vapid psalm-singingTo vent in crowded nave and public pew.My creed is simple: that the world is fair,And beauty the best thing to worship there,And I confess it by adoring you.--Biarritz, Sunday, March 26, 1916.(The... Poems - Post by : metalrabbit - Date : June 2011 - Author : Alan Seeger - Read : 3260

Why Should You Be Astonished That My Heart Why Should You Be Astonished That My Heart

Why Should You Be Astonished That My Heart
Why should you be astonished that my heart,Plunged for so long in darkness and in dearth,Should be revived by you, and stir and startAs by warm April now, reviving Earth?I am the field of undulating grassAnd you the gentle perfumed breath of Spring,And all my lyric being, when you pass,Is bowed and filled with sudden murmuring.I asked you nothing and expected less,But, with that deep, impassioned tendernessOf one approaching what he most adores,I only wished to lose a little spaceAll thought of my own life, and in its placeTo live and dream and have my joy in yours.(The end)Alan Seeger's poem:... Poems - Post by : timerway - Date : June 2011 - Author : Alan Seeger - Read : 1600

Not That I Always Struck The Proper Mean Not That I Always Struck The Proper Mean

Not That I Always Struck The Proper Mean
Not that I always struck the proper meanOf what mankind must give for what they gain,But, when I think of those whom dull routineAnd the pursuit of cheerless toil enchain,Who from their desk-chairs seeing a summer cloudRace through blue heaven on its joyful courseSigh sometimes for a life less cramped and bowed,I think I might have done a great deal worse;For I have ever gone untied and free,The stars and my high thoughts for company;Wet with the salt-spray and the mountain showers,I have had the sense of space and amplitude,And love in many places, silver-shoed,Has come and scattered all my path... Poems - Post by : pablo - Date : June 2011 - Author : Alan Seeger - Read : 1297

Sidney, In Whom The Heyday Of Romance Sidney, In Whom The Heyday Of Romance

Sidney, In Whom The Heyday Of Romance
Sidney, in whom the heyday of romanceCame to its precious and most perfect flower,Whether you tourneyed with victorious lanceOr brought sweet roundelays to Stella's bower,I give myself some credit for the wayI have kept clean of what enslaves and lowers,Shunned the ideals of our present dayAnd studied those that were esteemed in yours;For, turning from the mob that buys SuccessBy sacrificing all Life's better part,Down the free roads of human happinessI frolicked, poor of purse but light of heart,And lived in strict devotion all alongTo my three idols--Love and Arms and Song.(The end)Alan Seeger's poem: Sidney, in whom the heyday of... Poems - Post by : nekjustin - Date : June 2011 - Author : Alan Seeger - Read : 851

I Have A Rendezvous With Death . . I Have A Rendezvous With Death . .

I Have A Rendezvous With Death . .
I have a rendezvous with DeathAt some disputed barricade,When Spring comes back with rustling shadeAnd apple-blossoms fill the air --I have a rendezvous with DeathWhen Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my handAnd lead me into his dark landAnd close my eyes and quench my breath --It may be I shall pass him still.I have a rendezvous with DeathOn some scarred slope of battered hill,When Spring comes round again this yearAnd the first meadow-flowers appear. God knows 'twere better to be deepPillowed in silk and scented down,Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,Pulse nigh... Poems - Post by : mswahili - Date : June 2011 - Author : Alan Seeger - Read : 2621

Maktoob Maktoob

Maktoob
A shell surprised our post one day And killed a comrade at my side.My heart was sick to see the way He suffered as he died.I dug about the place he fell, And found, no bigger than my thumb,A fragment of the splintered shell In warm aluminum.I melted it, and made a mould, And poured it in the opening,And worked it, when the cast was cold, Into a shapely ring.And when my ring was smooth and bright, Holding it on a rounded stick,For seal, I bade a Turco write 'Maktoob' in Arabic.'Maktoob!'... Poems - Post by : peaceful - Date : June 2011 - Author : Alan Seeger - Read : 2640

The Hosts The Hosts

The Hosts
Purged, with the life they left, of allThat makes life paltry and mean and small,In their new dedication chargedWith something heightened, enriched, enlarged,That lends a light to their lusty browsAnd a song to the rhythm of their tramping feet,These are the men that have taken vows,These are the hardy, the flower, the elite, --These are the men that are moved no moreBy the will to traffic and grasp and storeAnd ring with pleasure and wealth and loveThe circles that self is the center of;But they are moved by the powers that forceThe sea forever to ebb and rise,That hold Arcturus in... Poems - Post by : rayinc3 - Date : June 2011 - Author : Alan Seeger - Read : 3204