Alan Seeger

To England At The Outbreak Of The Balkan War By Alan Seeger

To England At The Outbreak Of The Balkan War By Alan Seeger

To England At The Outbreak Of The Balkan War A cloud has lowered that shall not soon pass o’er. The world takes sides: whether for impious aims With Tyranny whose bloody toll enflames A generous people to heroic war; Whether with Freedom, stretched in her own gore, Whose pleading hands and sup... »

Sonnet 10 By Alan Seeger

Sonnet 10 By Alan Seeger

Sonnet 10 I have sought Happiness, but it has been A lovely rainbow, baffling all pursuit, And tasted Pleasure, but it was a fruit More fair of outward hue than sweet within. Renouncing both, a flake in the ferment Of battling hosts that conquer or recoil, There only, chastened by fatigue and toil, ... »

Bellinglise By Alan Seeger

Bellinglise By Alan Seeger

Bellinglise Deep in the sloping forest that surrounds The head of a green valley that I know, Spread the fair gardens and ancestral grounds Of Bellinglise, the beautiful chateau. Through shady groves and fields of unmown grass, It was my joy to come at dusk and see, Filling a little pond’s unt... »

The Aisne By Alan Seeger

The Aisne By Alan Seeger

The Aisne We first saw fire on the tragic slopes Where the flood-tide of France’s early gain, Big with wrecked promise and abandoned hopes, Broke in a surf of blood along the Aisne. The charge her heroes left us, we assumed, What, dying, they reconquered, we preserved, In the chill trenches, h... »

Rendezvous By Alan Seeger

Rendezvous By Alan Seeger

Rendezvous I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air– I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he s... »

Sonnet Vi By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Vi By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Vi Give me the treble of thy horns and hoofs, The ponderous undertones of ‘bus and tram, A garret and a glimpse across the roofs Of clouds blown eastward over Notre Dame, The glad-eyed streets and radiant gatherings Where I drank deep the bliss of being young, The strife and sweet poten... »

I Loved… By Alan Seeger

I Loved… By Alan Seeger

I Loved… I loved illustrious cities and the crowds That eddy through their incandescent nights. I loved remote horizons with far clouds Girdled, and fringed about with snowy heights. I loved fair women, their sweet, conscious ways Of wearing among hands that covet and plead The rose ablossom a... »

Translations; Dante – Inferno, Canto Xxvi By Alan Seeger

Translations; Dante – Inferno, Canto Xxvi By Alan Seeger

Translations; Dante – Inferno, Canto Xxvi Florence, rejoice! For thou o’er land and sea So spread’st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no less into the depths of Hell. So noble were the five I found to dwell Therein — thy sons — whence shame accrues to me A... »

Sonnet 08 By Alan Seeger

Sonnet 08 By Alan Seeger

Sonnet 08 Oh, love of woman, you are known to be A passion sent to plague the hearts of men; For every one you bring felicity Bringing rebuffs and wretchedness to ten. I have been oft where human life sold cheap And seen men’s brains spilled out about their ears And yet that never cost me any ... »

At The Tomb Of Napoleon By Alan Seeger

At The Tomb Of Napoleon By Alan Seeger

At The Tomb Of Napoleon I stood beside his sepulchre whose fame, Hurled over Europe once on bolt and blast, Now glows far off as storm-clouds overpast Glow in the sunset flushed with glorious flame. Has Nature marred his mould? Can Art acclaim No hero now, no man with whom men side As with their hea... »

The Nympholept By Alan Seeger

The Nympholept By Alan Seeger

The Nympholept There was a boy — not above childish fears — With steps that faltered now and straining ears, Timid, irresolute, yet dauntless still, Who one bright dawn, when each remotest hill Stood sharp and clear in Heaven’s unclouded blue And all Earth shimmered with fresh-bead... »

On The Cliffs, Newport By Alan Seeger

On The Cliffs, Newport By Alan Seeger

On The Cliffs, Newport Tonight a shimmer of gold lies mantled o’er Smooth lovely Ocean. Through the lustrous gloom A savor steals from linden trees in bloom And gardens ranged at many a palace door. Proud walls rise here, and, where the moonbeams pour Their pale enchantment down the dim coast-... »

Sonnet Vii By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Vii By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Vii To me, a pilgrim on that journey bound Whose stations Beauty’s bright examples are, As of a silken city famed afar Over the sands for wealth and holy ground, Came the report of one — a woman crowned With all perfection, blemishless and high, As the full moon amid the moonlit s... »

Eudaemon By Alan Seeger

Eudaemon By Alan Seeger

Eudaemon O happiness, I know not what far seas, Blue hills and deep, thy sunny realms surround, That thus in Music’s wistful harmonies And concert of sweet sound A rumor steals, from some uncertain shore, Of lovely things outworn or gladness yet in store: Whether thy beams be pitiful and come,... »

The Rendezvous By Alan Seeger

The Rendezvous By Alan Seeger

The Rendezvous He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the cathedral-tower, Fall the faint chimes and the thrice-sequent bell. Over the crowd his eye uneasy roves. He sees a plume, a fur; his heart dilates — Soars and then... »

Sonnet 11 By Alan Seeger

Sonnet 11 By Alan Seeger

Sonnet 11 Apart sweet women (for whom Heaven be blessed), Comrades, you cannot think how thin and blue Look the leftovers of mankind that rest, Now that the cream has been skimmed off in you. War has its horrors, but has this of good — That its sure processes sort out and bind Brave hearts in ... »

All That’s Not Love By Alan Seeger

All That’s Not Love By Alan Seeger

All That’s Not Love All that’s not love is the dearth of my days, The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit, The temple in times without prayer, without praise, The altar unset and the candle unlit. Let me survive not the lovable sway Of early desire, nor see when it goes The courts of... »

The Deserted Garden By Alan Seeger

The Deserted Garden By Alan Seeger

The Deserted Garden I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on either hand And fed by many an olive-darkened lane The high-road mounts, and thence a silver band Through vineyard slopes above and rolling grain, Winds off to that dim corn... »

Paris By Alan Seeger

Paris By Alan Seeger

Paris First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the paths That lead the heart unto the heart’s delight. Fair loiterer on the threshold of those days When there’s no lovelier prize the world displays Than, havi... »

Sonnet Viii By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Viii By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Viii Oft as by chance, a little while apart The pall of empty, loveless hours withdrawn, Sweet Beauty, opening on the impoverished heart, Beams like the jewel on the breast of dawn: Not though high heaven should rend would deeper awe Fill me than penetrates my spirit thus, Nor all those signs... »

I Have A Rendezvous With Death By Alan Seeger

I Have A Rendezvous With Death By Alan Seeger

I Have A Rendezvous With Death I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air— I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark l... »

The Torture Of Cuauhtemoc By Alan Seeger

The Torture Of Cuauhtemoc By Alan Seeger

The Torture Of Cuauhtemoc Their strength had fed on this when Death’s white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the jungle’s ferny floor, Becking each fevered brain. On bleak divides, Where Sleep grew niggardly for nipping cold That twinged blue lips into a mouthe... »

Sonnet 07 By Alan Seeger

Sonnet 07 By Alan Seeger

Sonnet 07 There have been times when I could storm and plead, But you shall never hear me supplicate. These long months that have magnified my need Have made my asking less importunate, For now small favors seem to me so great That not the courteous lovers of old time Were more content to rule thems... »

Antinous By Alan Seeger

Antinous By Alan Seeger

Antinous Stretched on a sunny bank he lay at rest, Ferns at his elbow, lilies round his knees, With sweet flesh patterned where the cool turf pressed, Flowerlike crept o’er with emerald aphides. Single he couched there, to his circling flocks Piping at times some happy shepherd’s tune, N... »

Sonnet Xiii By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Xiii By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Xiii I fancied, while you stood conversing there, Superb, in every attitude a queen, Her ermine thus Boadicea bare, So moved amid the multitude Faustine. My life, whose whole religion Beauty is, Be charged with sin if ever before yours A lesser feeling crossed my mind than his Who owning gran... »

On A Theme In The Greek Anthology By Alan Seeger

On A Theme In The Greek Anthology By Alan Seeger

On A Theme In The Greek Anthology Thy petals yet are closely curled, Rose of the world, Around their scented, golden core; Nor yet has Summer purpled o’er Thy tender clusters that begin To swell within The dewy vine-leaves’ early screen Of sheltering green. O hearts that are Love’s... »

Sonnet V By Alan Seeger

Sonnet V By Alan Seeger

Sonnet V A tide of beauty with returning May Floods the fair city; from warm pavements fume Odors endeared; down avenues in bloom The chestnut-trees with phallic spires are gay. Over the terrace flows the thronged cafe; The boulevards are streams of hurrying sound; And through the streets, like vein... »

Do You Remember Once By Alan Seeger

Do You Remember Once By Alan Seeger

Do You Remember Once Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon’s rays And, leaving far behind bright streets and busy places, Stood where the Seine flowed down between its quiet quais? The city’s voice was hushed; the placid, lustrous wa... »

Tithonus By Alan Seeger

Tithonus By Alan Seeger

Tithonus So when the verdure of his life was shed, With all the grace of ripened manlihead, And on his locks, but now so lovable, Old age like desolating winter fell, Leaving them white and flowerless and forlorn: Then from his bed the Goddess of the Morn Softly withheld, yet cherished him no less W... »

Sonnet 06 By Alan Seeger

Sonnet 06 By Alan Seeger

Sonnet 06 Oh, you are more desirable to me Than all I staked in an impulsive hour, Making my youth the sport of chance, to be Blighted or torn in its most perfect flower; For I think less of what that chance may bring Than how, before returning into fire, To make my dearest memory of the thing That ... »

After An Epigram Of Clement Marot By Alan Seeger

After An Epigram Of Clement Marot By Alan Seeger

After An Epigram Of Clement Marot The lad I was I longer now Nor am nor shall be evermore. Spring’s lovely blossoms from my brow Have shed their petals on the floor. Thou, Love, hast been my lord, thy shrine Above all gods’ best served by me. Dear Love, could life again be mine How bette... »

Sonnet Xvi; Who Shall Invoke Her By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Xvi; Who Shall Invoke Her By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Xvi; Who Shall Invoke Her Who shall invoke her, who shall be her priest, With single rites the common debt to pay? On some green headland fronting to the East Our fairest boy shall kneel at break of day. Naked, uplifting in a laden tray New milk and honey and sweet-tinctured wine, Not without... »

Ode In Memory Of The American Volunteers Fallen For France By Alan Seeger

Ode In Memory Of The American Volunteers Fallen For France By Alan Seeger

Ode In Memory Of The American Volunteers Fallen For France (To have been read before the statue of Lafayette and Washington in Paris, on Decoration Day, May 30, 1916). I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When — with sweet flowers of our New England May Hidin... »

Sonnet Ix By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Ix By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Ix Amid the florid multitude her face Was like the full moon seen behind the lace Of orchard boughs where clouded blossoms part When Spring shines in the world and in the heart. As the full-moon-beams to the ferny floor Of summer woods through flower and foliage pour, So to my being’s i... »

Fragments By Alan Seeger

Fragments By Alan Seeger

Fragments In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. Radiant eyes Were my life’s warmth and sunshine, outspread arms My gilded deep horizons. I rejoiced In yielding to all amorous influence And multiple impulsion of the ... »

The Old Lowe House, Staten Island By Alan Seeger

The Old Lowe House, Staten Island By Alan Seeger

The Old Lowe House, Staten Island Another prospect pleased the builder’s eye, And Fashion tenanted (where Fashion wanes) Here in the sorrowful suburban lanes When first these gables rose against the sky. Relic of a romantic taste gone by, This stately monument alone remains, Vacant, with liche... »

Sonnet 05 By Alan Seeger

Sonnet 05 By Alan Seeger

Sonnet 05 Seeing you have not come with me, nor spent This day’s suggestive beauty as we ought, I have gone forth alone and been content To make you mistress only of my thought. And I have blessed the fate that was so kind In my life’s agitations to include This moment’s refuge whe... »

A Message To America By Alan Seeger

A Message To America By Alan Seeger

A Message To America You have the grit and the guts, I know; You are ready to answer blow for blow You are virile, combative, stubborn, hard, But your honor ends with your own back-yard; Each man intent on his private goal, You have no feeling for the whole; What singly none would tolerate You let u... »

Sonnet Xiv By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Xiv By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Xiv IT may be for the world of weeds and tares And dearth in Nature of sweet Beauty’s rose That oft as Fortune from ten thousand shows One from the train of Love’s true courtiers Straightway on him who gazes, unawares, Deep wonder seizes and swift trembling grows, Reft by that sig... »

Maktoob By Alan Seeger

Maktoob By Alan Seeger

Maktoob A shell surprised our post one day And killed a comrade at my side. My heart was sick to see the way He suffered as he died. I dug about the place he fell, And found, no bigger than my thumb, A fragment of the splintered shell In warm aluminum. I melted it, and made a mould, And poured it in... »

Sonnet Iv By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Iv By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Iv Up at his attic sill the South wind came And days of sun and storm but never peace. Along the town’s tumultuous arteries He heard the heart-throbs of a sentient frame: Each night the whistles in the bay, the same Whirl of incessant wheels and clanging cars: For smoke that half obscur... »

El Extraviado By Alan Seeger

El Extraviado By Alan Seeger

El Extraviado Over the radiant ridges borne out on the offshore wind, I have sailed as a butterfly sails whose priming wings unfurled Leave the familiar gardens and visited fields behind To follow a cloud in the east rose-flushed on the rim of the world. I have strayed from the trodden highway for w... »

The Sultan’s Palace By Alan Seeger

The Sultan’s Palace By Alan Seeger

The Sultan’s Palace My spirit only lived to look on Beauty’s face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As in their flesh inheres the impulse to embrace, To gaze on Loveliness was my soul’s appetite. I have roamed far in search; white road and plunging bow Were keys... »

Sonnet 04 By Alan Seeger

Sonnet 04 By Alan Seeger

Sonnet 04 If I was drawn here from a distant place, ‘Twas not to pray nor hear our friend’s address, But, gazing once more on your winsome face, To worship there Ideal Loveliness. On that pure shrine that has too long ignored The gifts that once I brought so frequently I lay this votive ... »

An Ode To Antares By Alan Seeger

An Ode To Antares By Alan Seeger

An Ode To Antares At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls his mate, and whippoorwills Clamor from every copse and orchard-side, I watched the red star rising in the East, And while his fellows of the flaming sign From prison... »

Sonnet Xv By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Xv By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Xv Above the ruin of God’s holy place, Where man-forsaken lay the bleeding rood, Whose hands, when men had craved substantial food, Gave not, nor folded when they cried, Embrace, I saw exalted in the latter days Her whom west winds with natal foam bedewed, Wafted toward Cyprus, lily-bre... »

Lyonesse By Alan Seeger

Lyonesse By Alan Seeger

Lyonesse In Lyonesse was beauty enough, men say: Long Summer loaded the orchards to excess, And fertile lowlands lengthening far away, In Lyonesse. Came a term to that land’s old favoredness: Past the sea-walls, crumbled in thundering spray, Rolled the green waves, ravening, merciless. Through... »

Vivien By Alan Seeger

Vivien By Alan Seeger

Vivien Her eyes under their lashes were blue pools Fringed round with lilies; her bright hair unfurled Clothed her as sunshine clothes the summer world. Her robes were gauzes — gold and green and gules, All furry things flocked round her, from her hand Nibbling their foods and fawning at her f... »

Sonnet Iii By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Iii By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Iii There was a youth around whose early way White angels hung in converse and sweet choir, Teaching in summer clouds his thought to stray, — In cloud and far horizon to desire. His life was nursed in beauty, like the stream Born of clear showers and the mountain dew, Close under snow-c... »

Coucy By Alan Seeger

Coucy By Alan Seeger

Coucy The rooks aclamor when one enters here Startle the empty towers far overhead; Through gaping walls the summer fields appear, Green, tan, or, poppy-mingled, tinged with red. The courts where revel rang deep grass and moss Cover, and tangled vines have overgrown The gate where banners blazoned w... »

The Wanderer By Alan Seeger

The Wanderer By Alan Seeger

The Wanderer To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires and architraves To watch Arcturus rise or Fomalhaut, And roused by street-cries in strange tongues when day Flooded with gold some domed metropolis, Between new tower... »

Sonnet 03 By Alan Seeger

Sonnet 03 By Alan Seeger

Sonnet 03 Why should you be astonished that my heart, Plunged for so long in darkness and in dearth, Should be revived by you, and stir and start As by warm April now, reviving Earth? I am the field of undulating grass And you the gentle perfumed breath of Spring, And all my lyric being, when you pa... »

Sonnet Xii By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Xii By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Xii Like as a dryad, from her native bole Coming at dusk, when the dim stars emerge, To a slow river at whose silent verge Tall poplars tremble and deep grasses roll, Come thou no less and, kneeling in a shoal Of the freaked flag and meadow buttercup, Bend till thine image from the pool beam ... »

Liebestod By Alan Seeger

Liebestod By Alan Seeger

Liebestod I who, conceived beneath another star, Had been a prince and played with life, instead Have been its slave, an outcast exiled far From the fair things my faith has merited. My ways have been the ways that wanderers tread And those that make romance of poverty — Soldier, I shared the ... »

With A Copy Of Shakespeare’s Sonnets On Leaving College By Alan Seeger

With A Copy Of Shakespeare’s Sonnets On Leaving College By Alan Seeger

With A Copy Of Shakespeare’s Sonnets On Leaving College As one of some fat tillage dispossessed, Weighing the yield of these four faded years, If any ask what fruit seems loveliest, What lasting gold among the garnered ears, — Ah, then I’ll say what hours I had of thine, Therein I ... »

Sonnet Ii By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Ii By Alan Seeger

Sonnet Ii Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways, Between the rivers and the illumined sky Whose fervid depths reverberate from on high Fierce lustres mingled in a fiery haze. They mark it inland; blithe and fair of face Her suitors follow, guessing by the glare Beyond the hilltops in the evenin... »

Ariosto. Orlando Furioso, Canto X, 91-99 By Alan Seeger

Ariosto. Orlando Furioso, Canto X, 91-99 By Alan Seeger

Ariosto. Orlando Furioso, Canto X, 91-99 Ruggiero, to amaze the British host, And wake more wonder in their wondering ranks, The bridle of his winged courser loosed, And clapped his spurs into the creature’s flanks; High in the air, even to the topmost banks Of crudded cloud, uprose the flying... »

The Need To Love By Alan Seeger

The Need To Love By Alan Seeger

The Need To Love The need to love that all the stars obey Entered my heart and banished all beside. Bare were the gardens where I used to stray; Faded the flowers that one time satisfied. Before the beauty of the west on fire, The moonlit hills from cloister-casements viewed Cloud-like arose the ima... »

Sonnet 02 By Alan Seeger

Sonnet 02 By Alan Seeger

Sonnet 02 Not that I always struck the proper mean Of what mankind must give for what they gain, But, when I think of those whom dull routine And the pursuit of cheerless toil enchain, Who from their desk-chairs seeing a summer cloud Race through blue heaven on its joyful course Sigh sometimes for a... »

Tezcotzinco By Alan Seeger

Tezcotzinco By Alan Seeger

Tezcotzinco Though thou art now a ruin bare and cold, Thou wert sometime the garden of a king. The birds have sought a lovelier place to sing. The flowers are few. It was not so of old. It was not thus when hand in hand there strolled Through arbors perfumed with undying Spring Bare bodies beautiful... »