When first Love came, then was I but a boy
Swept with delirium of undreamt joy.
Now Love comes to a man serious with change
Of life and death-and makes the world dark and strange.

(C) John Freeman
01/01/2000


Best Poems of John Freeman

• Fair Eve
• The Flute
• Bring Your Beauty
• When Childhood Died
• The Wanderer
• Out Of The East
• Rapture
• The Pond
• The Kite
• Unpardoned
• November Skies
• I Will Ask
• All That I Was I Am
• Homecoming
• Recovery
• Home For Love
• Grasses
• At The Dock
• Comfortable Light
• Childhood Calls
• English Hills