Robert Nichols Poems
|1.||The Sprig Of Lime||4/14/2010|
|3.||Three Songs Of The Enigma||4/14/2010|
|6.||Address To The Sunset||4/14/2010|
|7.||At The Wars||4/14/2010|
|8.||Battery Moving Up To A New Position From Rest Camp:Dawn||4/14/2010|
|10.||I Must Remember Now||4/14/2010|
|13.||The Philosopher's Oration: A Faun's Holiday||4/14/2010|
|14.||The Flower Of Flame||4/14/2010|
|15.||The Naiads' Music: From A Faun's Holiday||4/14/2010|
|19.||The Prophetic Bard's Oration: From A Faun's Holiday||4/14/2010|
|20.||The Nocturne: Address To The Sunset||4/14/2010|
|22.||The Day's March||4/14/2010|
|23.||O Nightingale My Heart||4/14/2010|
|26.||The Last Salute||4/14/2010|
|30.||Comrades An Episode||4/14/2010|
Comrades An Episode
Before, before he was aware
The 'Verey' light had risen… on the air
in hung glistering..
And he could not stay his hand
From moving to the barbed wire's broken strand.
A rifle cracked.
Night waned. He was alone. A heavy shell
Whispered itself passing high, high overhead.
His wound was wet to his hand: for still it bled
On the glimmering ground.
Then with a slow, vain smile his wound be bound,
Knowing, of course, he'd not see home again -
Home, whose thought he put away.
Whispered, 'Where's Mister Gates?' 'Out on the wire.'
At The Wars
Now that I am ta'en away
And may not see another day
What is it to my eye appears?
What sound rings in my stricken ears?
Not even the voice of any friend
Or eyes beloved-world-without-end,
But scenes and sounds of the country-side
In far England across the tide:
An upland field when spring's begun,