Henry Treece Black Poems

• 1. The Old Ones
  The old ones knew that black was hate,
  White garment purity and red one sin;
  They spoke the language of the trees
  And opened veins to let love in.
  ...
• 2. The Waiting Watchers
  They shall come in the black weathers
  From the heart of the dead embers,
  Walking one and two over the hill.
  And they shall be with you, never farther
  ...
• 3. Martyr
  He lay, wrapped in a world of mutilated hands,
  Of trees that walked by night and grinning clouds;
  To bellowing of bulls, his dream's black cloth
  Ripped and let dropp a heart stuck full of swords.
  ...
• 4. The Haunted Garden
  In this sad place
  Memory hangs on the air
  Fragile as Spring snail's tiny shell,
  Coming to the sympathetic ear
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• 5. Poem - I
  In the dark caverns of the night,
  Loveless and alone,
  Friendless as wind that wails across the plains,
  I sit, the last man left on earth,
  ...
• 6. Poem - Iii
  Through the dark aisles of the wood
  Where the pine-needles deaden all sound
  And the dove flutters in the black boughs
  
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