English poetry

Poems in English


High up in the apple tree climbing I go, With the sky above me, the earth below. Each branch is […]

A Blockhead

Before me lies a mass of shapeless days, Unseparated atoms, and I must Sort them apart and live them. Sifted […]

The Hammers

I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the […]

Late September

Tang of fruitage in the air; Red boughs bursting everywhere; Shimmering of seeded grass; Hooded gentians all a’mass. Warmth of […]


Some men there are who find in nature all Their inspiration, hers the sympathy Which spurs them on to any […]


Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in […]

A Petition

I pray to be the tool which to your hand Long use has shaped and moulded till it be Apt […]


Be patient with you? When the stooping sky Leans down upon the hills And tenderly, as one who soothing stills […]

The Red Lacquer Music-Stand

A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven […]


I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, Over there, over there, Beyond the high wall! How […]


He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea, He steals the down from the honeybee, He makes the […]

The Precinct. Rochester

The tall yellow hollyhocks stand, Still and straight, With their round blossoms spread open, In the quiet sunshine. And still […]

Azure and Gold

April had covered the hills With flickering yellows and reds, The sparkle and coolness of snow Was blown from the […]

The Captured Goddess

Over the housetops, Above the rotating chimney-pots, I have seen a shiver of amethyst, And blue and cinnamon have flickered […]

The Road to Avignon

A Minstrel stands on a marble stair, Blown by the bright wind, debonair; Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor, […]

To a Friend

I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never […]

A Japanese Wood-Carving

High up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it […]


‘T is you that are the music, not your song. The song is but a door which, opening wide, Lets […]

The Shadow

Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly […]

The Fruit Garden Path

The path runs straight between the flowering rows, A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom, Where phlox and […]

The Painter on Silk

There was a man Who made his living By painting roses Upon silk. He sat in an upper chamber And […]

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