Clive Staples Lewis [C.S.] (29 November 1898 – 22 November 1963 / Belfast)
Poems of Clive Staples Lewis
|1.||After Prayers, Lie Cold||1/1/2004|
|5.||As the Ruin Falls||1/1/2004|
|7.||Cliche Came Out of its Cage||1/1/2004|
|9.||Death in Battle||3/21/2012|
|12.||French Nocturne (Monchy-Le-Preux)||3/21/2012|
|13.||Here the Whole World||3/21/2012|
|15.||How He Saw Angus, The God||3/21/2012|
|16.||Hymn (For Boys' Voices)||3/21/2012|
|17.||In Praise of Solid People||3/21/2012|
As the Ruin Falls
All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.
I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through:
I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.
Peace, re-assurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek,
I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin:
I talk of love --a scholar's parrot may talk Greek--
But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin.