Poems by John Le Gay Brereton
At The Age Of 35
... And self-contempt whose secret penance wrings ...
Home
... " say you. Wandering winds reply: ...
When my time is come
... Questing through the darkened room ...
To My Mother
... And flare, with increasing heat and splendour, home ...
The Grave
... That since she cast the first dull clod on me ...
Death
... Can he come, little chap with the eyes that brought light out of heaven to earth ...
The War After The War
... What you have shed mans blood for, fight for still ...
The Wounded
... Where wars black ploughshare turns the bloody sand ...
The Nepean
... I quenched my drouth with delicate sips, ...
July
... Twas Jack-o-Winter hailed it first, ...
Merlin
... Be drunk still with th enchanted wine youve quaffed ...
Spring
... In maddening flight through heavens thin flood of fire ...
Yorick
... You have laughed and bidden us laugh, O lord of jest ...
Transports
... A foul, bleak age of pain that yields ...
Incarnation
... We can but let her learn the sound of human speech ...
