Their pipes glow over the mud and their mud-color, moving like fireflies beneath the trees I too being mud-colored Beneath the trees and the peacocks. When they come up to me in the dusk They start, stiffen and salute, almost invisibly. And the forty-two prisoners from the battalion guard-room Presently I shall go in. III I shall write down the names of the forty-two On fair white foolscap: Their names, rank and regimental numbers; Yet in spite of all I shall see only Great curves and horns of sea, The little village; And you, Sitting in the firelight. Ford Madox Hueffer WHAT THE CIVILIAN SAW Kensington High Street It is all shiny and black, like bombazine or taffeta, Or the satin of my grandmother's gown, that stood alone It was so thick; A screen between us and knowledge, That sometimes, when we are very good, gets on to the placards. Past the screen of the dark the rain glissades, Flowing down the straight damp palisades of the dark. Faces against the screen, Lamps of living flesh hung out in the storm That has draped the world in black.. Here by the station an iridescent sheen, Dazzling, not gay. And news, Special; oh, "Special"! What have they let through to us from over there- Faces, news, on the screen, And the hungry crowds weltering in the dark! Of what goes on over there, There where hangings are not black but red, Violet Hunt Hueffer WINDS OF MARCH' poems The bare boughs are alive within, And the young buds are trembling and curious. "NEWLY SEEDED" It's for you, little bird, of course, This sign is meant; For you burrowing with your beak, And shaking up sprays of dust. Do you not know How the earth held each yellow shining speck Close to itself, feeding it, breathing on it; And from each rain-drop Picked out the winy pearl For it to drink? Hop away, little one; go find you a worm, Which with its sleek body, alive, has rubbed Against wet earth, Has tasted the sunlight and the warmth; Or some buzzing one with wings, Blows it up today And will blow it out tomorrow. Yesterday afternoon, on a short-cropped lawn, I saw the feet of the wind which I have read of in books; And it was like the glimpse of a woman's bare feet Hidden quickly. OFF God, Over our ugly buildings Why did you bend out Your beautiful ravishing sky? Take it off! Let them jag The emptiness. FIRE You contain more Than the red and the purple and the orange If I dared to tear you to shreds with my hands KNOWLEDGE The craving of 'my body has been conquered. It no longer deceives my thoughts, Or colors them. Knowledge purer than flame Is in me, consuming me. |