Aldous Leonard Huxley Great Poems

  • 1.
    Oh wind-swept towers,
    Oh endlessly blossoming trees,
    White clouds and lucid eyes,
    And pools in the rocks whose unplumbed blue is pregnant
    ...
  • 2.
    I. UNDER THE TREES.

    There had been phantoms, pale-remembered shapes
    Of this and this occasion, sisterly
    ...
  • 3.
    A petal drifted loose
    From a great magnolia bloom,
    Your face hung in the gloom,
    Floating, white and close.
    ...
  • 4.
    Failing sometimes to understand
    Why there are folk whose flesh should seem
    Like carrion puffed with noisome steam,
    Fly-blown to the eye that looks on it,
    ...
  • 5.
    (From the French of Stë©phane Mallarmë©.)


    I would immortalize these nymphs: so bright
    ...
  • 6.
    Shepherd, to yon tall poplars tune your flute:
    Let them pierce, keenly, subtly shrill,
    The slow blue rumour of the hill;
    Let the grass cry with an anguish of evening gold,
    ...
  • 7.
    Noon with a depth of shadow beneath the trees
    Shakes in the heat, quivers to the sound of lutes:
    Half shaded, half sunlit, a great bowl of fruits
    Glistens purple and golden: the flasks of wine
    ...
  • 8.
    Books and a coloured skein of thoughts were mine;
    And magic words lay ripening in my soul
    Till their much-whispered music turned a wine
    Whose subtlest power was all in my control.
    ...
  • 9.
    I am not one of those who sip,
    Like a quotidian bock,
    Cheap idylls from a languid lip
    Prepared to yawn or mock.
    ...
Total 9 Great Poems by Aldous Leonard Huxley

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