Wilfrid Wilson Gibson Sweet 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.
    My hands were hot upon a hare,
    Half-strangled, struggling in a snare, -
    My knuckles at her warm wind-pipe,
    When suddenly, her eyes shot back,
    ...
  • 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.
    In dream, again within the clean, cold hell
    Of glazed and aching silence he was trapped;
    And, closing in, the blank walls of his cell
    Crushed stifling on him ... when the bracken snapped,
    ...
  • 5.
    All night I lay on Devil's Edge,
    Along an overhanging ledge
    Between the sky and sea:
    And as I rested 'waiting sleep,
    ...
  • 6.
    A scent of Esparto grass, and again I recall
    That hour we spent by the weir of the paper-mill
    Watching together the curving thunderous fall
    Of frothing amber, bemused by the roar until
    ...
  • 7.
    And since he rowed his father home,
    His hand has never touched an oar.
    All day he wanders on the shore,
    And hearkens to the swishing foam.
    ...
  • 8.
    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,
    ...
  • 9.
    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,
    ...
Total 9 Sweet Poems by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

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