In ExcelsisM. Secker, 1924 - 45 páginas |
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abjure advocate ALFRED ROSE angel Attorney-General augurs bars began bestead bitter bleed blood born brave bread BRITAIN cell chameleon's chaste consent corruption Counsel creep cross-examination cruel deep delight denied desire Detraction devil's diet discern divorce dreams earth endure English EXCELSIS eyes fierce fire flame fled flesh Follow the star Folly fools gate God's Governor grace Groan hard labour hate heart's heaven hell Home Office honour hosts Imitation of Christ imprisonment insult Jewish joy's judged Kempis knee knows Learned Elders libel LONDON Lord love's MARTIN SECKER mattress month moon mortal neck never bow night NORWICH Old Bailey poem pounds Priest prison Promise-crammed Prosecution rail second division sent sentence seventh attempt shadow Shakespeare sings Sir Douglas Hogg sonnet soul soul's Spanning spirit spread suffer sweating lust sweet three weeks Torment truth weave the spell wings womb world's yoke
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Página 17 - I have within me that which still defies This generation's bloat intelligence, Which is the advocate of my defence Against the indictment of the world's assize. Clutching with bleeding hands my hard-won prize, Immeasurably bought by fierce expense Of blood and sweat and spirit-harnessed sense, I keep the steadfast gaze of tear-washed eyes.
Página 13 - Torment of body, torment of the mind. Pain, hunger, insult, stark ingratitude Of those for whom we fought, detraction rude But sanctimonious, cruel to be kind (Truly for bread a stone): all these we find In this our self-appointed hell whose food Is our own flesh. To what imagined good Have we thus panted, beaten, bound and blind? God knows, God knows. And since He knows indeed, Why there's the answer: who would stay outside When God's in prison? Who would rather choose To warm himself with Peter...
Página 45 - Follow the star. The unseen sighing wings Beat in the soul's night in the forest's gloom. Follow the star, the Child is in the womb That shall be born, the lamp is lit that swings Over joy's cradle. Who is this that sings In the heart's garden where red roses bloom? The moth-soft fleece is woven on God's loom, The web of peace is spun, ye holy Kings. Follow the star and enter where it rests,, Be it, on palace or on lowly shed. What house is this whose hideous bolt and bar Groan on the opening? Who...
Página 17 - ... goeth down into the pit. 13 We shall find all precious substance we shall fill our houses with spoils. 14 Cast in thy lot with us ; let us all have one purse. 15 My son, walk not thou with them restrain thy foot from their paths. 16 For their feet run to evil, and make haste to shed blood. 17 But a net is spread in vain before the eyes of them that have wings.
Página 15 - Like poured-out water, the mind's weak consent Be hardly wrung, while eyes too tired to weep Dimly discern, as through a film of sleep, Squalor that is my honour's ornament. Without, the fire of earth-contemning stars Burns in deep blueness, like an opal set In jacinth borders underneath the moon. The dappled shadow that my window bars Cast on the wall is like a silver net. My angel, in my heart, sings
Página 25 - FOR such is love, a great good every way, Bearing all toil, making all burdens light : To its internal vision the dark night Shows clear and shining as the dawn of day : Being born of God it still denies to stay With less than God, but evermore takes flight To the belov'd on wings as swift as sight, A torch, a vivid flame, a lucent ray. Could love compel the appertinent retinue Of all our essence to some bridge of air, Spanning the gulf of that estranging sea Which hides the lover from the loved...
Página 10 - I am so far from regretting my imprisonment or from having any ill feelings against those who are responsible for it, that I can truly say that I regard it as the best thing that ever happened to me.
Página 9 - Owing to the kindness of my friend, Mr. Alfred Rose, who made a special application on my behalf to the Home Office, I was allowed a school copybook and a pencil while I was in the hospital. I wrote my poem in this book, and the Home Office, for reasons best known to itself, refused me permission to bring it out with me when I left prison.
Página 10 - I would not have believed to be possible, consistently with remaining alive : but what I think about this is better expressed in the poem than I could explain it in a hundred pages of prose.