Arthur Symons Poems
- In The Stalls My life is like a music-hall, Where, in the ...
- You Remain As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it ...
- Love And Sleep I have laid sorrow to sleep; Love sleeps. ...
- Kisses Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How ...
- Before The Squall The wind is rising on the sea, The windy ...
- Amends To Nature I have loved colours, and not flowers; ...
- The Loom Of Dreams I broider the world upon a loom, I ...
Arthur William Symons, was a British poet, critic and magazine editor.
Born in Milford Haven, Wales, of Cornish parents, Symons was educated privately, spending much of his time in France and Italy. In 1884–1886 he edited four of Bernard Quaritch's Shakespeare's Quarto Facsimiles, and in 1888–1889 seven plays of the "Henry Irving" Shakespeare. He became a member of the staff of the Athenaeum in 1891, and of the Saturday Review in 1894, but his major editorial feat was his work with the short-lived Savoy.
His first volume of verse, Days and Nights (1889), consisted of dramatic monologues. His later verse is influenced by a close study of modern... more »
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In The Stalls
My life is like a music-hall,
Where, in the impotence of rage,
Chained by enchantment to my stall,
I see myself upon the stage
Dance to amuse a music-hall.
'Tis I that smoke this cigarette,
Lounge here, and laugh for vacancy,
And watch the dancers turn; and yet
It is my very self I see
Across the cloudy cigarette.
My very self that turns and trips,
Painted, pathetically gay,
An empty song upon the lips
In make-believe of holiday:
I, I, this thing that turns and trips!
The light flares in the music-hall,
The light, the ...