Sick Leave (from 'War Poems')
Banishment
Repression of War Experience
Does it Matter
Concert Party
Songbooks of the War
The Portrait
Thrushes (from 'War Poems')
Everyone Sang
EDWARD SHANKS
A Night-Piece (from 'The Queen of China')
In Absence
The Glow-worm
The Cataclysm
A Hollow Elm
Fete Galante (from 'The Queen of China')
Song
FREDEGOND SHOVE
A Dream in Early Spring (from 'Dreams and Journeys')
The World
The New Ghost
A Man Dreams that he is the Creator
J. C. SQUIRE
Rivers (from 'Poems, First Series')
Epitaph in Old Mode
Sonnet (from 'Poems, First Series')
The Birds (from 'The Birds and other Poems')
W. J. TURNER
Silence (from 'The Dark Fire')
Kent in War
Talking with Soldiers
Song
The Princess
Peace
Death
LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE
WITCHCRAFT: NEW STYLE
The sun drew off at last his piercing fires.
Over the stale warm air, dull as a pond
And moveless in the grey quieted street,
Blue magic of a summer evening glowed.
The sky, that had been dazzling stone all day,
Hollowed in smooth hard brightness, now dissolved
To infinite soft depth, and smoulder'd down
Low as the roofs, dark burning blue, and soared
Clear to that winking drop of liquid silver,
The first exquisite star. Now the half-light
Tidied away the dusty litter parching
Among the cobbles, veiled in the colour of distance
Shabby slates and brickwork mouldering, turn'd
The hunchback houses into patient things
Resting; and golden windows now began.
A little brisk grey slattern of a woman,
Pattering along in her loose-heel'd clogs,
Pushed the brass-barr'd door of a public-house;
The spring went hard against her; hand and knee
Shoved their weak best. As the door poised ajar,
Hullabaloo of talking men burst out,
A pouring babble of inflamed palaver,
And overriding it and shouted down
High words, jeering or downright, broken like
Crests that leap and stumble in rushing water.
Just as the door went wide and she stepped in,
'She cannot do it!' one was bawling out:
A glaring hulk of flesh with a bull's voice.
He finger'd with his neckerchief, and stretched
His throat to ease the anger of dispute,
Then spat to put a full stop to the matter.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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