Christopher John Brennan

(1 November 1870 – 5 October 1932 / Sydney / Australia)

Christopher John Brennan Poems

1. Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her 1/1/2004
2. Fire In The Heavens 1/1/2004
3. I Am Shut Out Of Mine Own Heart 1/1/2004
4. I Said, This Misery Must End 1/1/2004
5. Autumn 1/1/2004
6. Epilogue: 1908 1/1/2004
7. Iii. The Shadow Of Lilith 3/1/2010
8. The Pangs That Guard The Gates Of Joy 1/1/2004
9. I Am Driven Everywhere From A Clinging Home 3/1/2010
10. Each Day I See The Long Ships Coming Into Port 3/1/2010
11. How Old Is My Heart, How Old? 3/1/2010
12. Come Out, Come Out 3/1/2010
13. Ii. The Quest Of Silence 3/1/2010
14. I Saw My Life As Whitest Flame 3/1/2010
15. My Heart Was Wandering In The Sands 1/1/2004
16. And Does She Still Perceive 3/1/2010
17. Four Springtimes Lost: And In The Fifth We Stand 3/1/2010
18. 1897 3/1/2010
19. Dawns Of The World, How I Have Known You All... 3/1/2010
20. Interlude: The Casement 3/1/2010
21. Summer Noon 1/1/2004
22. And Shall The Living Waters Heed 3/1/2010
23. Deep Mists Of Longing Blur The Land 3/1/2010
24. Dies Dominica! The Sunshine Burns 3/1/2010
25. Droop'st Thou And Fail'st? But These Have Never Tired 3/1/2010
26. Black On The Depths 3/1/2010
27. Interlude: The Hearth And The Window 3/1/2010
28. An Hour's Respite 3/1/2010
29. Spring Breezes 1/1/2004
30. Romance 1/4/2003
31. Poppies 1/4/2003
32. Sweet Silence After Bells 1/1/2004
33. The Yellow Gas 1/1/2004
34. O White Wind, Numbing The World 1/1/2004
35. Quis Pro Domino 1/1/2004
36. The Grand Cortège Of Glory And Youth Is Gone 3/1/2010
37. Old Wonder Flush'D The East Anew 3/1/2010
38. The Twilight Of Disquietude 3/1/2010
39. The Watch At Midnight 3/1/2010
40. Was It The Sun That Broke My Dream 3/1/2010
Best Poem of Christopher John Brennan

Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her

If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.

Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.

For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?

Then seek not, sweet, the "If" and "Why"
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I ...

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Poppies

Where the poppy-banners flow
   in and out amongst the corn,
   spotless morn
ever saw us come and go

hand in hand, as girl and boy
   warming fast to youth and maid,
   half afraid
at the hint of passionate joy

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