London Sonnets E-Book

Humbert Wolfe

• Herausgeber: Caramna Corporation
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

These were the first anemones—
God only in his heaven sees
How moving on their small green feet
They blossomed in a London street,
From a cool valley, as I guess,
Beneath a hill in Lyonesse.

Leseprobe

LONDON SONNETS

BY HUMBERT WOLFEOxfordBasil Blackwell, Broad Street,

1920[Republished 2020, Caramna Corporation]

DEDICATION.

These were the first anemones—God only in his heaven seesHow moving on their small green feetThey blossomed in a London street,From a cool valley, as I guess,Beneath a hill in Lyonesse.

CONTENTS.

Page

Dedication

4

London Pseudo-Sonnets:

The Old Clothes Dealer

9

Coves at Hampton Court

10

One Man Returns

11

The Bun-Shop

12

The Fried Fish-Shop

13

The Streets Behind the Tottenham Court Road

14

The Yorkshire Grey

15

Wardour Street

16

The Suburbs

17

The Last London Sonnet

18

Other Verse:

“Sometimes when I Think of Love”

21

Old

26

The Song of the Gambucinos

28

February 14

29

Pierrot

30

The Dead Man in the Pool

32

Dead Lover

35

The Gods of the Copy-Book Headings

36

Wheels 1919

38

The Well

41

Judas

43

The Night

44

Other Sonnets:

Three Sonnets of Love

49

The Reply

52

God Gave us Bodies

53

Ronsard and Hélène

54

The Drift of the Lute

55

Love and Beauty

56

War Verse:

V. D. F.

59

England

60

The Moon in Flanders

61

The Soldier Speaks

62

Flowers at Hampton Court

63

TO J.

LONDON PSEUDO-SONNETS.

Some of these verses have appeared in The Saturday Review, The Spectator, The Westminster Gazette, and are republished by the courtesy of the editors of these journals.

THE OLD CLOTHES DEALER.

IT’S not my fault, now is it? I’m a Jew.I’d a been born a Christian quick enoughIf only so I could have sold my stuffDouble the price, and not be called a screw.There’s half-day Saturday at Synagogue,And when Atonement comes a whole day lost.O, I don’t grumble; still one counts the costWhen on the top I’m treated like a dog.And, though a Jew should’nt by rights complainBein’ the chosen, can’t a man have dreams?Clothes’ dealing’s not the desert, still it seemsWe all of us are wandering again.I often think when the Shemah begins“O God o’ Jacob ain’t we paid our sins?”

COVES AT HAMPTON COURT.