Frederick William (FW) Harvey

(26 March 1888 – 13 February 1957 / Hartpury, Gloucestershire)

Frederick William (FW) Harvey Poems

1. The Hateful Road 4/2/2012
2. Autumn In Prison 4/2/2012
3. To The Old Year 4/2/2012
4. To R.E.K. 4/2/2012
5. To The Unknown Nurse 4/2/2012
6. The Bond 4/2/2012
7. Ballad Of Army Pay 4/2/2012
8. What We Think Of 4/2/2012
9. Christmas In Prison 4/2/2012
10. To You, Unsung 4/2/2012
11. A Christmas Wish 4/2/2012
12. Loneliness 4/2/2012
13. Sonnet 4/2/2012
14. Ballade 4/2/2012
15. The Oldest Inhabitant Hears Far Off The Drums Of Death 4/2/2012
16. A Rondel Of Gloucestershire 4/2/2012
17. Warning 4/2/2012
18. Solitary Confinement 4/2/2012
19. In Flanders 4/2/2012
20. The Bugler 1/3/2003
21. Ducks 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Frederick William (FW) Harvey

Ducks

(To E.M., Who drew them in Holzminden Prison)

I

From troubles of the world I turn to ducks,
Beautiful comical things
Sleeping or curled
Their heads beneath white wings
By water cool,
Or finding curious things
To eat in various mucks
Beneath the pool,
Tails uppermost, or waddling
Sailor-like on the shores
Of ponds, or paddling
- Left! Right! - with fanlike feet
Which are for steady oars
When they (white galleys) float
Each bird a boat
Rippling at will the sweet
Wide waterway ...
When night is fallen you ...

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The Bugler

God dreamed a man;
Then, having firmly shut
Life like a precious metal in his fist
Withdrew, His labour done. Thus did begin
Our various divinity and sin.
For some to ploughshares did the metal twist,
And others—dreaming empires—straightway cut
Crowns for their aching foreheads. Others beat
Long nails and heavy hammers for the feet

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