Henry Reed was a British poet, translator, radio dramatist and journalist.
He was born in Birmingham and educated at King Edward VI School, Aston, followed by the University of Birmingham. At university he associated with W. H. Auden, Louis MacNeice and Walter Allen. He went on to study for an MA and then worked as a teacher and journalist. He was called up to the Army in 1941, spending most of the war as a Japanese translator.
After the war he worked for the BBC as a radio broadcaster and playwright, where his most memorable set of productions was the Hilda Tablet series in the 1950s. The series started with A Very Great Man Indeed, which purported to be a documentary ... more »
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Henry Reed Poems
Naming of Parts
Today we have naming of parts. Yesterday, We had daily cleaning. And tomorrow morning, We shall have what to do after firing. But today, Today we have naming of parts. Japonica
Lessons of the War
To Alan Michell Vixi duellis nuper idoneus Et militavi non sine gloria
Not only how far away, but the way that you say it Is very important. Perhaps You may never get The knack of judging a distance, but at least you know How to report on a landscape: the central sector,
The Door and the Window
My love, you are timely come, let me lie by your heart. For waking in the dark this morning, I woke to that mystery, Which we can all wake to, at some dark time or another: Waking to find the room not as I thought it was,
In due course of course you will all be issued with Your proper issue; but until tomorrow, You can hardly be said to need it; and until that time, We shall have unarmed combat. I shall teach you.
Look, my love, on the wall, and here, at this Eastern picture. How still its scene, and neither of sleep nor waking: No shadow falls from the tree or the golden mountain, The boats on the glassy lake have no reflection,
(Mr. Eliot's Sunday Evening Postscript) As we get older we do not get any younger. Seasons return, and to-day I am fifty-five,
The Auction Sale
Within the great grey flapping tent The damp crowd stood or stamped about; And some came in, and some went out To drink the moist November air;
My thoughts, like sailors becalmed in Cape Town harbor, Await your return, like a favorable wind, or like New tackle for the voyage, without which it is useless starting. We watch the sea daily, finish our daily tasks
Returning of Issue
Tomorrow will be your last day here. Someone is speaking: A familiar voice, speaking again at all of us. And beyond the windows— it is inside now, and autumn— On a wind growing daily harsher, small things to the earth
This above all remember: they will be very brave men, And you will be facing them. You must not despise them. I am, as you know, like all true professional soldiers,
A Map of Verona
Quelle belle heure, quels bons bras me rendront ces régions d'où mes sommeils et mes moindres mouvements?
Movement of Bodies
Those of you that have got through the rest, I am going to rapidly Devote a little time to showing you, those that can master it, A few ideas about tactics, which must not be confused With what we call strategy. Tactics is merely
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Naming of Parts
Today we have naming of parts. Yesterday,
We had daily cleaning. And tomorrow morning,
We shall have what to do after firing. But today,
Today we have naming of parts. Japonica
Glistens likecoral in all the neighboring gardens,
And today we have naming of parts.
This is the lower sling swivel. And this
Is the upper sling swivel, whose use you will see,
When you are given your slings. And this is the piling swivel,
Which in your case you have not got. The branches
Hold in the gardens their silent, eloquent gestures,
Which in our ...