SHORT POEMS

Press, Volume LXXIV, Issue 22335, 24 February 1938, Page 5 (Supplement)

SHORT POEMS

Autumn

A touch of cold in the autumn night— I walked abroad, And saw the "ruddy moon lean ova a hedge Like a red-faced farmer. I did not stop to speak, but nodded. And round about were the vdftftu With white faces like town children. —T. R HULME,

The Main-Deep

(This poem might be called I sea picture.) The long-rolling Steady-pouring, Deep-trenched Green billow: \

The .wide-topped. Unbroken, Green-glacid, Slow-sliding,

Cold-flushing, , —On—On—On— ; Chill-rushing, \ Hush —hushing. . . . Hush—hushing . . . ■" —JAMES STEPHENS.

Mirage

I saw a man on a horse Riding against the sun. “Hallo! Don Cossack!’’ I cried. He shouted, “Hallo, my son!”

The Caspian Sea shimmered; The, Kazak tents shone For a moment in England, Then the horseman was gonev —RICHARD CHURCE '

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along w™ And stands about the woodland

ride .. Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my three-score years and

ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy years 1

score, It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things to

bloom Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will I o To see the cherry hung with snow. —A, E. HOUSMAN'

Little Fish

The tiny fish enjoy themselves In the sea. ... Quick little splinters of life. Their little lives are fun to ttie In the sea.

—D. H, LAWRENCE.

As I gird on for fighting My sword upon my thigh, I think on old ill-fortunes Of better men than I.

Think I, the round world over What golden lads are low i(g With hurts not mine to mourn And shames I shall not know.

What evil luck soever For me remains in store, Tis sure much finer fellows Have fared much worse beior

So here are things to think o That ought to make me brave, As I strap on for fighting _ My sword that will not »veA. E. HOUSMAN.