Bernard O'dowd Time Poems

  • 1.
    I wonder if the spell, the mystery,
    That like a haze about your silence clings,
    Moulding your void until we seem to see
    Tangible Presences of Deathless Things,
    ...
  • 2.
    THEY tell you the poet is useless and empty the sound of his lyre,
    That science has made him a phantom, and thinned to a shadow his fire:
    Yet reformer has never demolished a dungeon or den of the foe
    But the flame of the soul of a poet pulsated in every blow.
    ...
  • 3.
    CAN we not consecrate
    To man and God above
    This volume of our great
    Supernal tide of love?
    ...
  • 4.
    The Survival Of The Gods


    1 Twilight
    ...
  • 5.
    THE SUNNY rounds of Earth contain
    An obverse to its Day,
    Our fertile VagrancyĆ¢??s domain,
    Wan Proletaria.
    ...
  • 6.
    There was a time we had the power
    To build with Silent Thought
    The perfect heaven-reaching tower,
    As ancient seers have taught.
    ...
  • 7.
    I know not why I love your baffling face,
    Or, lonely, to your cold caresses steal,
    Or what the charm persuades my wearied eyes
    Follow the clues that gleam and, wavering, go,
    ...
  • 8.
    LAST sea-thing dredged by sailor Time from Space,
    Are you a drift Sargasso, where the West
    In halcyon calm rebuilds her fatal nest?
    Or Delos of a coming Sun-God-s race?
    ...
Total 8 Time Poems by Bernard O'dowd

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