Fragments of poems
My delight and Thy Delight fragment by Robert Bridges
My delight and thy delight
Walking, like two angels white,
In the gardens of the night
Spirits fragment by Robert Bridges (before 1890)
Angel spirits of sleep,
White-robed, with silver hair,
In your meadows fair,
Where the willows weep,
And the sad moonbeam
On the gilding stream
Writes her scatter’d dream
Poem fragment by Robert Bridges (before 1890)
My bed and pillow are cold,
My heart is faint with dread,
The air hath an odour of mould,
I dream I lie with the dead
Astronomy fragment by Iolo Aneurin Williams (from New Poems 1920?)
Jupiter may be this or that
Of stars that shine in heaven
Neptune a mere hypothesis
And Saturn one of seven
In The Fire fragment by Maurice Hewlett (1920?)
The fire burns low
Now the dying embers
Twinkle and glow
Like village lights
Seen from the heights
In dark Decembers
Trees and Horses by Alice Corbin 1920 (not a fragment)
Trees stand motionless among themselves;
Some are solitary.
Horses wander over wide pastures;
At night they herd closely,
Rumps hunched to the wind.
The Title of Poet fragment by Robert Graves
Poets are guardians
Of a shadowy island
With granges and forests
Warmed by the Moon.
Head and Heart by Collin Ellis
I put my hand upon my heart
And swore that we should never part –
I wonder what I should have said
If I had put it on my head.
Fragment by anonymous or by Harriet Comstock, from The Shield of Silence (1921, a word changed by me)
I’ll climb the frosty mountain,
And there I’ll tame the weather,
I’ll tear the rainbow
From the sky
And tie both ends together.
(Comstock’s version says, “there I’ll coin the weather”.)
On the little God, by Hilaire Belloc (an anti-Semite! 1922)
Of all the gods that gave me all their glories
Today their deigns to walk with me but one.
I lead him by the hand and tell him stories.
It is the Queen of Cyprus’ son.
Woman’s Song fragment by Edward Shanks (1922)
No more against my bosom press thee,
Seek no more that my hands caress thee,
Leave the sad lips thou hast known so well;
If to my heart thou lean thine ear
There grieving thou shalt only hear
Vain murmuring of an empty shell.
Awake at Night fragment by Owen Barfield (1923)
Far are the voices now, and far
The faces of my friends at noon—
The shoreless night, the flaming star,
The dead rock-wrinkles on the moon!
Fragment by Kreyborg (1920s?)
Is that beautiful old parchment
In which the sun
And the moon
Keep their diary
Fragment from A Light Song, by Robert Roe (November 1925)
The sun is a gas balloon
That goes hobbledehoy,
And all of the stars that I see
Are dreams of a boy.
Fragment from Sunday in November by Helen Gilbert (November 1925)
Sunday in November—
With snow on the ground,
And the wind running backwards
With a long frightened sound;
Fragment by Herbert Read
Fragment, quoted by Edith Sitwell 1959
Is it, when paper roses make us sneeze,
A mental or a physical event?
Fragment, from Allen Ginsberg
What sphinx of cement and aluminium,
bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains