Frederick William (FW) Harvey

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

Frederick William (FW) Harvey Poems

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


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


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 ...

Read the full of Ducks


On Where's the use to write ?

What can I tell you, dear ?

Just that I want you so

Who are not near.
Just that I miss the lamp whose blessed light
Was God's own moon to shine upon my night,

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