The Collected Poems of William H. Davies: With a PortraitA. A. Knopf, 1916 - 180 pagine William Henry Davies, a poet famed for his talented portrayals of nature and indigence, penned numerous evocative verses. This 1916 anthology is a summation of his early to midlife work. As a young man, Davies favored the life of a homeless person. Born in Wales, he spent part of his youth in North America, making his way through various locales on foot or by train as a tramp. In 1899 he experienced a serious accident; while aboard a moving train in Ontario he slipped and his foot was caught and crushed by a moving wheel. His leg was amputated below the knee, necessitating a peg leg. This shocking event marked the beginning of Davies' poetic career. The style of Davies' poems is simple yet distinctive, his economy with words coinciding with unique impact and grace. Meditations upon the beauty of the natural world are accompanied by descriptive verse on such topics as childhood, emotional states, the warmth of a good fire, and creatures of the great outdoors. Despite further blows to his health as the years passed, Davies was productive for decades, publishing fondly-received anthologies well into the 1930s. |
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Pagina 18 - No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars like skies at night.
Pagina 140 - Not for the world! Take care: Don't touch that bird of paradise, Perched on the bedpost there!" 'I asked her would she like some grapes, Some damsons ripe and sweet; A custard made with new-laid eggs, Or tender fowl to eat. 'I promised I would follow her, To see her in her grave; And buy a wreath with borrowed pence, If nothing I could save. 'Yet still her cry but came to this "Not for the world! Take care...
Pagina 12 - SONGS OF JOY Sing out, my Soul, thy songs of joy; Such as a happy bird will sing Beneath a Rainbow's lovely arch In early spring. Think not of Death in thy young days; Why shouldst thou that grim tyrant fear, And fear him not when thou art old, And he is near. Strive not for gold, for greedy fools Measure themselves by poor men never; Their standards still being richer men, Makes them poor ever.
Pagina 15 - The Rain I hear leaves drinking rain; I hear rich leaves on top Giving the poor beneath Drop after drop; 'Tis a sweet noise to hear These green leaves drinking near. And when the Sun comes out, After this rain shall stop, A wondrous light will fill Each dark, round drop; I hope the Sun shines bright; 'Twill be a lovely sight.
Pagina 63 - Beyond the town, where wild flowers growA rainbow and a cuckoo, Lord, How rich and great the times are now ! Know, all ye sheep And cows, that keep On staring that I stand so long In grass that's wet from heavy rain — A rainbow and a cuckoo's song May never come together again ; May never come This side the tomb.
Pagina 41 - The Example Here's an example from A Butterfly; That on a rough, hard rock Happy can lie; Friendless and all alone On this unsweetened stone. Now let my bed be hard, No care take I; I'll make my joy like this Small Butterfly; Whose happy heart has power To make a stone a flower.
Pagina 28 - When butterflies will make side-leaps, As though escaped from Nature's hand Ere perfect quite; and bees will stand Upon their heads in fragrant deeps...
Pagina 110 - SHEEP When I was once in Baltimore, A man came up to me and cried, "Come, I have eighteen hundred sheep, And we will sail on Tuesday's tide. "If you will sail with me, young man, "I'll pay you fifty shillings down; These eighteen hundred sheep I take From Baltimore to Glasgow town." He paid me fifty shillings down, I sailed with eighteen hundred sheep; We soon had cleared the harbor's mouth, We soon were in the salt sea deep. The first night we were out at sea Those sheep were quiet in their mind;...
Pagina 60 - Christ, the Man Lord, I say nothing; I profess No faith in thee nor Christ thy Son: Yet no man ever heard me mock A true believing one. If knowledge is not great enough To give a man believing power, Lord, he must wait in thy great hand Till revelation's hour. Meanwhile he'll follow Christ, the man, In that humanity he taught, Which to the poor and the oppressed Gives its best time and thought.
Pagina 62 - ... makes the cornfields run; And I have seen thy rude and lusty gale Make ships show half their bellies to the sun. Thou knowest the way to tame the wildest life, Thou knowest the way to bend the great and proud: I think of that Armada whose puffed sails, Greedy and large, came swallowing every cloud. But I have seen the sea-boy, young and drowned, Lying on shore and, by thy cruel hand, A seaweed beard was on his tender chin, His heaven-blue eyes were filled with common sand. And yet, for all, I...