Poems by Gerald Gould
Fallen Cities
... The spires were white in the blue air, ...
Oxford
... Some clouds were grey and some were white, ...
Freedoms
... Dear, Is it not strange that hearts will hope and fear ...
Wander-Thirst
... You may put the blame on the stars and the sun and the white road and the sky ...
'Tis But a Week
... Their spears are withered all as grass, ...
This Is The Horror That, Night After Night
... And there's the price of sinning -- and I'll pay ...
Seagulls
... shing, sailing, turning, From all but themselves apart,My gulls are flames burning At beauty's heart ...
Twilight
... thoughts that dwelt with meSlip from me soundless, as the deadSink to their quiet bedFar out to sea ...
