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Feb 21, 2008 · Collected poems, 1901-1918 by De la Mare, Walter, 1873-1956. Publication date ... English Volume 2 ... Page_number_module_version
Sep 25, 2019 · Ocr_module_version 0.0.17 Old_pallet IA14985 Openlibrary_edition OL2061998M Openlibrary_work OL1098505W Page_number_confidence 12 Page_number_module_version 1.0.5 Pages 376 Ppi 300 Republisher_date 20191001104611 Republisher_operator
Often compared to other writers of fantasy and the macabre such as Arthur Machen and Algernon Blackwood, de la Mare nonetheless cultivated a unique sensibility. His poetry, in particular, stands out for its musicality and its ability to evoke a sense of wonder and mystery in the everyday world.
- The Horseman. I heard a horseman. Ride over the hill; The moon shone clear, The night was still; His helm was silver, And pale was he; And the horse he rode.
- Up and Down. Down the Hill of Ludgate, Up the Hill of Fleet, To and fro and East and West. With people flows the street; Even the King of England. On Temple Bar must beat.
- Mrs. Earth. Mrs. Earth makes silver black, Mrs. Earth makes iron red. But Mrs. Earth can not stain gold, Nor ruby red. Mrs. Earth the slenderest bone. Whitens in her bosom cold,
- Tired Tim. Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him. He lags the long bright morning through, Ever so tired of nothing to do; He moons and mopes the livelong day,
Source: The Collected Poems of Walter de la Mare (1979) Poems, readings, poetry news and the entire 110-year archive of POETRY magazine.
Fare Well. When I lie where shades of darkness. Shall no more assail mine eyes, Nor the rain make lamentation. When the wind sighs; How will fare the world whose wonder. Was the very proof of me? Memory fades, must the remembered. Perishing be? Oh, when this my dust surrenders. Hand, foot, lip, to dust again,
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By Walter de La Mare. Upon a bank, easeless with knobs of gold, Beneath a canopy of noonday smoke, I saw a measureless Beast, morose and bold, With eyes like one from filthy dreams awoke, Who stares upon the daylight in despair. For very terror of the nothing there. This beast in one flat hand clutched vulture-wise.
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