Wilfrid Wilson Gibson Hear Poems

  • 1.
    What large, dark hands are those at the window
    Lifted, grasping in the yellow light
    Which makes its way through the curtain web
    At my heart to-night?
    ...
  • 2.
    Stephen, wake up! There's some one at the gate.
    Quick, to the window ... Oh, you'll be too late!
    I hear the front door opening quietly.
    Did you forget, last night, to turn the key?
    ...
  • 3.
    [Scene: The big tent-stable of a travelling circus. On the ground near the entrance GENTLEMAN JOHN, stableman and general odd-job man, lies smoking beside MERRY ANDREW, the clown. GENTLEMAN JOHN is a little hunched man with a sensitive face and dreamy eyes. MERRY ANDREW, who is resting between the afternoon and evening performances, with his clown's hat lying beside him, wears a crimson wig, and a baggy suit of orange-coloured cotton, patterned with purple cats. His face is chalked dead-white, and painted with a set grin, so that it is impossible to see what manner of man he is. In the back-ground are camels and elephants feeding, dimly visible in the steamy dusk of the tent.]


    Gentleman John:
    ...
  • 4.
    All night I lay on Devil's Edge,
    Along an overhanging ledge
    Between the sky and sea:
    And as I rested 'waiting sleep,
    ...
  • 5.
    When we were building Skua Light--
    The first men who had lived a night
    Upon that deep-sea Isle--
    As soon as chisel touched the stone,
    ...
  • 6.
    "And will you cut a stone for him,
    To set above his head?
    And will you cut a stone for him--
    A stone for him?" she said.
    ...
  • 7.
    The biggest crane on earth, it lifts
    Two hundred ton more easily
    Than I can lift my heavy head:
    And when it swings, the whole world shifts,
    ...
  • 8.
    I

    Your face was lifted to the golden sky
    Ablaze beyond the black roofs of the square
    ...
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