Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt Poems
|1.||Laughter And Death||1/1/2004|
|3.||A Dream Of Good||4/13/2010|
|4.||St. Valentine's Day||1/4/2003|
|5.||A Love Secret||4/13/2010|
|7.||A Digit Of The Moon||4/13/2010|
|8.||A Lesson In Humility||4/13/2010|
|9.||A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VII||4/13/2010|
|11.||A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet III||4/13/2010|
|12.||A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet X||4/13/2010|
|13.||A Cuckoo Song||4/13/2010|
|14.||A Glory Gone||4/13/2010|
|15.||A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet V||4/13/2010|
|16.||A Ballad Of The Heather||4/13/2010|
|17.||A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet II||4/13/2010|
|19.||A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet IV||4/13/2010|
|20.||A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VI||4/13/2010|
The Desolate City
DARK to me is the earth. Dark to me are the heavens.
Where is she that I loved, the woman with eyes like stars?
Desolate are the streets. Desolate is the city.
A city taken by storm, where none are left but the slain.
Sadly I rose at dawn, undid the latch of my shutters,
Thinking to let in light, but I only let in love.
Birds in the boughs were awake; I listen'd to their chaunting;
Each one sang to his love;