There was a day, when I, if that was I, Surrendered lay beneath a burning sky, Where overhead the azure ached with heat, And many red fierce poppies splashed the wheat;...
The leaves fall gently on the grass, And all the willow trees, and poplar trees, and elder trees That bend above her where she sleeps, O all the willow trees, the willow trees Breathe sighs upon her tomb....
The room is full of the peace of night, The small flames murmur and flicker and sway, Within me is neither shadow, nor light, Nor night, nor twilight, nor dawn, nor day. ...
I and myself swore enmity. Alack, Myself has tied my hands behind my back. Yielding, I know there's no excuse in them, I was accomplice to the stratagem.
I shall make beauty out of many things: Lights, colours, motions, sky and earth and sea, The soft unbosoming of all the springs Which that inscrutable hand allows to me,...
What deaths men have died, not fighting but impotent. Hung on the wire, between trenches, burning and freezing, Groaning for water with armies of men so near;...
In this dense hall of green and gold, Mirrors and lights and steam, there sit Two hundred munching men; While several score of others flit Like scurrying beetles over a fen,...
With my sleeping beloved huddled tranquil beside me, why do I lie awake, Listening to the loud clock's hurry in the darkness, and feeling my heart's fierce ache...
Mother of Rome, delight of gods and men, Beloved Venus, who under the fleeting stars Fillest the freighted sea and earth's ripe fields, O since through thee alone all forms of life...