Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE, by JOHN FREEMAN Poet's Biography First Line: When from you, sweet, I am away Last Line: But never in flesh may I return. Subject(s): Nature; Self | ||||||||
WHEN from you, Sweet, I am away, What is it that's wanting to the day? Something is gone from the bright skies, Or vision from my staring eyes. Music is wanting in the bird That sings not now as when you heard. There is such dulness in the grass That leapt to feel your light foot pass; Such stiffness in the aguish trees That only whimper, lacking ease. Nor is there sweetness in the flowers As when you poured upon them yours. There's heavy stupor in this pen That writes not such gay things as when You hold it and your fleet thoughts run Dancing away ere I've begun. O, it is that my body's here While I am flying to you there A hundred miles of hills and meadows Between us stretch their green and shadows, And Oxford towers and Reading's bricks, And London's greedy, gulfing tricks ... My thoughts spring over the Cotswold downs, Past the green-smothered Oxford towns, And like a star upon you leap Awake and gay, or in deep sleep. How can it be, then, but all these Birds and grasses and hills and trees Have something lost of light and sweet? But when my spirit and body meet, And I, once more a being entire, See you desired past all desire, With your slim hands and clinging hair And voice a music everywhere And your firm body and limbs as light As the poplar swaying in the blue height; When those pale depths of dreaming eyes Are stirred and broken with surprise, And from white brow to arrested foot You pause, in silence taking root, Till from my lips your joyful name Sets you quivering like a flame; I shall not know if I did miss you When I lift and kiss and kiss you. For want is well forgotten when Happiness overbrims again. Unless the foolish thought ev'n then Come circling back, of that time when You for me, I for you shall yearn, But never in flesh may I return. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CAPELLA by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA AFTER LOOKING UP INTO ONE TOO MANY CAMERAS by HICOK. BOB FOR A TALL HEADSTONE by JOHN HOLLANDER SELF-EMPLOYED by DAVID IGNATOW |
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