Keith Douglas

(January 24, 1920 – June 9, 1944 / Tunbridge Wells, Kent)

Villanelle Of Spring Bells - Poem by Keith Douglas

Bells in the town alight with spring
converse, with a concordance of new airs
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.

People emerge from winter to hear them ring,
children glitter with mischief and the blind man hears
bells in the town alight with spring.

Even he on his eyes feels the caressing
finger of Persephone, and her voice escaped from tears
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.

Bird feels the enchantment of his wing
and in ten fine notes dispels twenty cares.
Bells in the town alight with spring

warble the praise of Time, for he can bring
this season: chimes the merry heaven bears
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.

All evil men intent on evil thing
falter, for in their cold unready ears
bells in the town alight with spring
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.


Submitted by Andrew Todd

Form: Villanelle


Comments about Villanelle Of Spring Bells by Keith Douglas

  • Gold Star - 13,486 Points Terry Craddock (4/30/2015 9:31:00 PM)

    I cannot believe this poem is rated so low, from the wonderful first lines

    Bells in the town alight with spring
    converse, with a concordance of new airs
    make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.

    To beautiful content lines like 'Bird feels the enchantment of his wing' and 'warble the praise of Time, for he can bring' to the final stanza which speaks volume with

    All evil men intent on evil thing
    falter, for in their cold unready ears
    bells in the town alight with spring
    make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.

    This is a call to honour nature and spring, to refrain from evil and war, this poem is worthy of being read between the lines.10+++ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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