Harold Monro Head Poems

  • 1.
    Tell me about that harvest field.
    Oh! Fifty acres of living bread.
    The colour has painted itself in my heart;
    The form is patterned in my head.
    ...
  • 2.
    The tough hand closes gently on the load;
    Out of the mind, a voice
    Calls 'Lift!' and the arms, remembering well their work,
    Lengthen and pause for help.
    ...
  • 3.
    You little friend, your nose is ready; you sniff,
    Asking for that expected walk,
    (Your nostrils full of the happy rabbit-whiff)
    And almost talk.
    ...
  • 4.
    It is the sacred hour: above the far
    Low emerald hills that northward fold,
    Calmly, upon the blue the evening star
    Floats, wreathed in dusky gold.
    ...
  • 5.
    I
    The train! The twleve o'clock for paradise.
    Hurry, or it will try to creep away.
    Out in the country every one is wise:
    ...
  • 6.
    Since man has been articulate,
    Mechanical, improvidently wise,
    (Servant of Fate),
    He has not understood the little cries
    ...
  • 7.
    WHEN you have tidied all things for the night,
    And while your thoughts are fading to their sleep,
    You'll pause a moment in the late firelight,
    Too sorrowful to weep.
    ...
  • 8.
    One day, the vine
    That clomb on god-s own house
    Cried, -I will not
    grow
    ...
Total 8 Head Poems by Harold Monro

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