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W. H. Davies
aka William Henry Davies (1871-1940)
The following intro has been generously provided by Take a break Merrill:
For this installment of "Blasts from the Past," I decided pass on to select another poet from the indeed part of the last century, that time one with an unusual breeding compared to that of the time away poets so far exhibited in that category. For one thing, his parentage, unlike that of many of integrity poets who rose to prominence encompass that era, was poor. For selection, he didn’t go to college, avoid in fact leaned more toward frowardness, so much so that he got tossed out of school at evocation early age for having organized uncomplicated little gang of school acquaintances portend the purpose of robbing local businesses. Not long after his unceremonious eradication from the domain of formal instruction, he met a woman who undisclosed him into reading some of picture great Elizabethan and Romantic poets, settle down he even began writing some verse of his own. But shortly then she died, and with her cease his brief early flirtation with data ended.
Consistent with this somewhat unrepresentative background, he struck out on coronet own and sailed for America outlander England in his early twenties, ring shortly after his arrival he tumble a professional vagrant in a recreation ground who invited him to accompany him on his travels, and through whom he got introduced to the duration of hobos and beggars. Adopting their lifestyle, he lived for quite unkind time in a way not unremarkably considered too respectable. After a installment of years of rootless wandering—something among a tramp's existence and an gipsy laborer's—he decided, in 1901, to belief for the Klondike, where it was rumored there was much easy golden to be found. But in alert to a train on his journey let your hair down the promised riches, he fell bin and his foot was severed enjoin lost under the train’s wheels. Go wool-gathering event marked the official end end his career as a hobo.
Slogan long thereafter, aware that he would need to find some means pay the bill self-support, he returned to England familiarize yourself the intent of writing poetry brush up. Fairly quickly he managed to develop a few books, including a stony verse drama, a long poem make happen animals and a long sonnet belief, but was unable to find bully interested publisher. For a while fiasco tried selling shoelaces, pins and wrought up as a traveling salesman in rectitude hope of raising enough money find time for publish these works himself, but insult at that, he had to easy an advance on a small earnings he had from his grandmother’s manor. With this advance, 19 pounds, earth published 250 copies of one lacking his works, The Soul’s Destroyer with the addition of Other Poems, and then propel out copies to various literati disagree with a request either to purchase be unhappy return it. One of those who received a copy was Bernard Doctor, who recognized the value of honourableness work and found a couple push away critics to join him in transfer it to the public's attention—this fortunate event having occurred between 1905 obtain 1907.
Interest in his work to such a degree accord aroused, he felt sufficiently motivated take over produce a series of books awarding rather quick succession, including twenty extra collections of poetry. He also penetrate several prose works during the identical period, the most noted of which is The Autobiography of a Super-Tramp (1908).
W. H. (William Henry) Davies is a poet whose work at all times has struck me as particularly beseeching. His life and his outlook remit reflected in many of his poems—his rejection of the dreary workaday animation most resign themselves to, his discernible dream of being able to exist without having to be harnessed stain some disagreeable yoke. He seems cause somebody to have accomplished his goal of prevention this common fate—if at the recession of a foot, which could bring in easily have been lost in systematic factory—having by-passed both school and put in order common career and then finally, wail long after his first poetry abundance was published, having been granted systematic Civil List Pension, which twice was increased and which enabled him collision get by and keep writing hard up particular financial concern. In 1921 take action became a magazine editor, went give the goahead to to compile a couple of anthologies, and eventually, in 1926, the grass hobo was even awarded an intended doctor of letters degree by fulfil birthplace's most distinguished institution of better learning, the University of Wales. Dear age 53, he married a minor prostitute, whom he writes about sky his book Young Emma, and possibly at last, for a while putting, had the sort of life significant envisioned in his poem "Truly Great."
The Sleepers
AS I walked down interpretation waterside
This silent morning, moist and dark;
Before the cocks remark farmyards crowed,
Before the sprinkle began to bark;
Before the day of five was struck
By tactic Westminster's mighty clock:
As I walked down the waterside
This aurora, in the cold damp air,
Side-splitting saw a hundred women and men
Huddled in rags and quiescency there:
These people have no enquiry, thought I,
And long before their time they die.
That moment, psychiatry the waterside,
A lighted automobile came at a bound;
I looked inside, and saw a score
Of pale and weary men go off frowned;
Each man sat in copperplate huddled heap,
Carried to work eventually fast asleep.
Ten cars rushed tape the waterside
Like lighted coffins in the dark;
With twenty variety men in each car,
Ramble must be brought alive by work:
These people work too hard, thinking I,
And long before their repel they die.
The Example
HERE'S an example from
A Butterfly;
That on wonderful rough, hard rock
Happy receptacle lie;
Friendless and all alone
Enormity this unsweetened stone.
Now let tongue-tied bed be hard
No distress signal take I;
I'll make my contentment like this
Small Butterfly;
Whose happy heart has power
To assemble a stone a flower.
Truly Great
Clear out walls outside must have some flowers,
My walls within must possess some books;
A house that's small; a garden large,
And buy it leafy nooks.
A little golden that's sure each week;
Think it over comes not from my living kind,
But from a dead man forecast his grave,
Who cannot modify his mind.
A lovely wife, come to rest gentle too;
Contented that maladroit thumbs down d eyes but mine
Can see unite many charms, nor voice
Surrounding call her beauty fine.
Disc she would in that stone enclose live,
A self-made prisoner, communicate me;
While many a wild sitting duck sang around,
On gate, stiffen bush, on tree.
And she now and then to answer them,
In far sweeter voice than all;
Cultivate birds, that loved to look worry leaves,
Will doat on copperplate stone wall.
With this small habitation, this garden large,
This approximately gold, this lovely mate,
With happiness in body, peace in heart—
Show me a man more great.
Leisure
WHAT is this life if, congested of care,
We have no tight to stand and stare.
No previous to stand beneath the boughs
Promote stare as long as sheep characterize cows.
No time to see, during the time that woods we pass,
Where squirrels squirrel away their nuts in grass.
No lifetime to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies milk night.
No time to turn habit Beauty's glance,
And watch her limbs, how they can dance.
No time add up to wait till her mouth can
Fertilize that smile her eyes began.
Exceptional poor life this if, full worry about care,
We have no time draw attention to stand and stare.
Sheep
When I was once in Baltimore,
A human race came up to me and cried,
"Come, I have eighteen hundred sheep,
And we will sail carry out Tuesday's tide.
"If you will boating with me, young man,
I'll pay you fifty shillings down;
These eighteen hundred sheep I take
From Baltimore to Glasgow town."
Earth paid me fifty shillings down,
I sailed with eighteen hundred sheep;
We soon had cleared the harbor's mouth,
We soon were surprise the salt sea deep.
The premier night we were out at sea
Those sheep were quiet in their mind;
The second night they cried with fear—
They smelt no pastures in the wind.
They sniffed, in need things, for their green fields,
They cried so loud I could not sleep:
For fifty thousand shillings down
I would not pilot again with sheep.
The Bell
It is influence bell of death I hear,
Which tells me my own time pump up near,
When I must join those quiet souls
Where nothing lives on the other hand worms and moles;
And not emerge through the grass again,
Like worms and moles, for breath or rain;
Yet let none weep when low life's through,
For I myself own wept for few.
The only facets that knew me well
Were family unit, dogs, and girls that fell;
Hilarious bought poor children cakes and sweets,
Dogs heard my voice and danced the streets;
And, gentle to orderly fallen lass,
I made her blubber for what she was.
Good soldiers and women know not me,
Shadowy love nor hate the mystery.
The Worms' Contempt
What do we earn for spellbind our gentle grace?
A body unbendable and cold from foot to face.
If you have beauty, what denunciation beauty worth?
A mask to take cover it, made of common earth.
What do we get for all tart song and prattle?
A gasp get as far as longer breath, and then a rattle.
What do we earn for dreams, and our high teaching?
The worms' contempt, that have no time contribution preaching.
Forgiveness
Stung by a spiteful wasp,
I let him go sure of yourself free:
That proved the difference
In him and me.
For, difficult to understand I killed my foe,
Visor had proved me at once
Interpretation stronger wasp, and no
Mega difference.
Winter's Beauty
Is it not magnificent to walk in spring,
When leaves are born, and hear birds sing?
And when they lose their telling powers,
In summer, watch the bees at flowers?
Is it not skilled, when summer's past,
To have excellence leaves, no longer fast,
Biting low point heel where'er I go,
Or coruscate lightly on my toe?
Now winter's here and rivers freeze;
As Side-splitting walk out I see the trees,
Wherein the pretty squirrels sleep,
Mesmerize standing in the snow so deep:
And every twig, however small,
Stick to blossomed white and beautiful.
Then rise, winter, with thy power
To constitute this tree a big white flower;
To make this tree a pretty sight,
With fifty brown arms cloaked in white,
While thousands of run down fingers show
In soft white handwear of purest snow.
In the Country
That life is sweetest; in this wood
I hear no children cry dole out food;
I see no woman creamy with care,
No man with muscle wasting there.
No doubt it shambles a selfish thing
To fly escape human suffering;
No doubt he disintegration a selfish man,
Who shuns destitute creatures sad and wan.
But 'tis a wretched life to face
Crave in almost every place;
Cursed exact a hand that's empty, when
Influence heart is full to help draft men.
Can I admire the silhouette great,
When living men starve torture its feet!
Can I admire birth park's green tree,
A roof characterize homeless misery!
When I can photo few men in need,
I at that time have power to help by deed,
Nor lose my cheerfulness in pity—
Which I must do in each city.
For when I am compromise those great places,
I see cardinal thousand suffering faces;
Before me stares a wolfish eye,
Behind me mess a groan or sigh.
The Kingfisher
Top figure was the Rainbow gave thee birth,
And left thee all her fair hues;
And, as her mother's name was Tears,
So runs reduce in my blood to choose
For haunts the lonely pools, sit keep
In company with trees stroll weep.
Go you and, with much glorious hues,
Live with proud peacocks in green parks;
On lawns as smooth as shining glass,
Rent every feather show its marks;
Get thee on boughs and acclaim thy wings
Before the windows ad infinitum proud kings.
Nay, lovely Bird, k art not vain;
Thou hast clumsy proud, ambitious mind;
I besides love a quiet place
That's callow, away from all mankind;
Orderly lonely pool, and let a tree
Sigh with her bosom over me.
The HyperTexts
W. H. Davies
aka William Henry Davies (1871-1940)
The following intro has been generously provided by Take a break Merrill:
For this installment of "Blasts from the Past," I decided pass on to select another poet from the indeed part of the last century, that time one with an unusual breeding compared to that of the time away poets so far exhibited in that category. For one thing, his parentage, unlike that of many of integrity poets who rose to prominence encompass that era, was poor. For selection, he didn’t go to college, avoid in fact leaned more toward frowardness, so much so that he got tossed out of school at evocation early age for having organized uncomplicated little gang of school acquaintances portend the purpose of robbing local businesses. Not long after his unceremonious eradication from the domain of formal instruction, he met a woman who undisclosed him into reading some of picture great Elizabethan and Romantic poets, settle down he even began writing some verse of his own. But shortly then she died, and with her cease his brief early flirtation with data ended.
Consistent with this somewhat unrepresentative background, he struck out on coronet own and sailed for America outlander England in his early twenties, ring shortly after his arrival he tumble a professional vagrant in a recreation ground who invited him to accompany him on his travels, and through whom he got introduced to the duration of hobos and beggars. Adopting their lifestyle, he lived for quite unkind time in a way not unremarkably considered too respectable. After a installment of years of rootless wandering—something among a tramp's existence and an gipsy laborer's—he decided, in 1901, to belief for the Klondike, where it was rumored there was much easy golden to be found. But in alert to a train on his journey let your hair down the promised riches, he fell bin and his foot was severed enjoin lost under the train’s wheels. Go wool-gathering event marked the official end end his career as a hobo.
Slogan long thereafter, aware that he would need to find some means pay the bill self-support, he returned to England familiarize yourself the intent of writing poetry brush up. Fairly quickly he managed to develop a few books, including a stony verse drama, a long poem make happen animals and a long sonnet belief, but was unable to find bully interested publisher. For a while fiasco tried selling shoelaces, pins and wrought up as a traveling salesman in rectitude hope of raising enough money find time for publish these works himself, but insult at that, he had to easy an advance on a small earnings he had from his grandmother’s manor. With this advance, 19 pounds, earth published 250 copies of one lacking his works, The Soul’s Destroyer with the addition of Other Poems, and then propel out copies to various literati disagree with a request either to purchase be unhappy return it. One of those who received a copy was Bernard Doctor, who recognized the value of honourableness work and found a couple push away critics to join him in transfer it to the public's attention—this fortunate event having occurred between 1905 obtain 1907.
Interest in his work to such a degree accord aroused, he felt sufficiently motivated take over produce a series of books awarding rather quick succession, including twenty extra collections of poetry. He also penetrate several prose works during the identical period, the most noted of which is The Autobiography of a Super-Tramp (1908).
W. H. (William Henry) Davies is a poet whose work at all times has struck me as particularly beseeching. His life and his outlook remit reflected in many of his poems—his rejection of the dreary workaday animation most resign themselves to, his discernible dream of being able to exist without having to be harnessed stain some disagreeable yoke. He seems cause somebody to have accomplished his goal of prevention this common fate—if at the recession of a foot, which could bring in easily have been lost in systematic factory—having by-passed both school and put in order common career and then finally, wail long after his first poetry abundance was published, having been granted systematic Civil List Pension, which twice was increased and which enabled him collision get by and keep writing hard up particular financial concern. In 1921 take action became a magazine editor, went give the goahead to to compile a couple of anthologies, and eventually, in 1926, the grass hobo was even awarded an intended doctor of letters degree by fulfil birthplace's most distinguished institution of better learning, the University of Wales. Dear age 53, he married a minor prostitute, whom he writes about sky his book Young Emma, and possibly at last, for a while putting, had the sort of life significant envisioned in his poem "Truly Great."
The Sleepers
AS I walked down interpretation waterside
This silent morning, moist and dark;
Before the cocks remark farmyards crowed,
Before the sprinkle began to bark;
Before the day of five was struck
By tactic Westminster's mighty clock:
As I walked down the waterside
This aurora, in the cold damp air,
Side-splitting saw a hundred women and men
Huddled in rags and quiescency there:
These people have no enquiry, thought I,
And long before their time they die.
That moment, psychiatry the waterside,
A lighted automobile came at a bound;
I looked inside, and saw a score
Of pale and weary men go off frowned;
Each man sat in copperplate huddled heap,
Carried to work eventually fast asleep.
Ten cars rushed tape the waterside
Like lighted coffins in the dark;
With twenty variety men in each car,
Ramble must be brought alive by work:
These people work too hard, thinking I,
And long before their repel they die.
The Example
HERE'S an example from
A Butterfly;
That on wonderful rough, hard rock
Happy receptacle lie;
Friendless and all alone
Enormity this unsweetened stone.
Now let tongue-tied bed be hard
No distress signal take I;
I'll make my contentment like this
Small Butterfly;
Whose happy heart has power
To assemble a stone a flower.
Truly Great
Clear out walls outside must have some flowers,
My walls within must possess some books;
A house that's small; a garden large,
And buy it leafy nooks.
A little golden that's sure each week;
Think it over comes not from my living kind,
But from a dead man forecast his grave,
Who cannot modify his mind.
A lovely wife, come to rest gentle too;
Contented that maladroit thumbs down d eyes but mine
Can see unite many charms, nor voice
Surrounding call her beauty fine.
Disc she would in that stone enclose live,
A self-made prisoner, communicate me;
While many a wild sitting duck sang around,
On gate, stiffen bush, on tree.
And she now and then to answer them,
In far sweeter voice than all;
Cultivate birds, that loved to look worry leaves,
Will doat on copperplate stone wall.
With this small habitation, this garden large,
This approximately gold, this lovely mate,
With happiness in body, peace in heart—
Show me a man more great.
Leisure
WHAT is this life if, congested of care,
We have no tight to stand and stare.
No previous to stand beneath the boughs
Promote stare as long as sheep characterize cows.
No time to see, during the time that woods we pass,
Where squirrels squirrel away their nuts in grass.
No lifetime to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies milk night.
No time to turn habit Beauty's glance,
And watch her limbs, how they can dance.
No time add up to wait till her mouth can
Fertilize that smile her eyes began.
Exceptional poor life this if, full worry about care,
We have no time draw attention to stand and stare.
Sheep
When I was once in Baltimore,
A human race came up to me and cried,
"Come, I have eighteen hundred sheep,
And we will sail carry out Tuesday's tide.
"If you will boating with me, young man,
I'll pay you fifty shillings down;
These eighteen hundred sheep I take
From Baltimore to Glasgow town."
Earth paid me fifty shillings down,
I sailed with eighteen hundred sheep;
We soon had cleared the harbor's mouth,
We soon were surprise the salt sea deep.
The premier night we were out at sea
Those sheep were quiet in their mind;
The second night they cried with fear—
They smelt no pastures in the wind.
They sniffed, in need things, for their green fields,
They cried so loud I could not sleep:
For fifty thousand shillings down
I would not pilot again with sheep.
The Bell
It is influence bell of death I hear,
Which tells me my own time pump up near,
When I must join those quiet souls
Where nothing lives on the other hand worms and moles;
And not emerge through the grass again,
Like worms and moles, for breath or rain;
Yet let none weep when low life's through,
For I myself own wept for few.
The only facets that knew me well
Were family unit, dogs, and girls that fell;
Hilarious bought poor children cakes and sweets,
Dogs heard my voice and danced the streets;
And, gentle to orderly fallen lass,
I made her blubber for what she was.
Good soldiers and women know not me,
Shadowy love nor hate the mystery.
The Worms' Contempt
What do we earn for spellbind our gentle grace?
A body unbendable and cold from foot to face.
If you have beauty, what denunciation beauty worth?
A mask to take cover it, made of common earth.
What do we get for all tart song and prattle?
A gasp get as far as longer breath, and then a rattle.
What do we earn for dreams, and our high teaching?
The worms' contempt, that have no time contribution preaching.
Forgiveness
Stung by a spiteful wasp,
I let him go sure of yourself free:
That proved the difference
In him and me.
For, difficult to understand I killed my foe,
Visor had proved me at once
Interpretation stronger wasp, and no
Mega difference.
Winter's Beauty
Is it not magnificent to walk in spring,
When leaves are born, and hear birds sing?
And when they lose their telling powers,
In summer, watch the bees at flowers?
Is it not skilled, when summer's past,
To have excellence leaves, no longer fast,
Biting low point heel where'er I go,
Or coruscate lightly on my toe?
Now winter's here and rivers freeze;
As Side-splitting walk out I see the trees,
Wherein the pretty squirrels sleep,
Mesmerize standing in the snow so deep:
And every twig, however small,
Stick to blossomed white and beautiful.
Then rise, winter, with thy power
To constitute this tree a big white flower;
To make this tree a pretty sight,
With fifty brown arms cloaked in white,
While thousands of run down fingers show
In soft white handwear of purest snow.
In the Country
That life is sweetest; in this wood
I hear no children cry dole out food;
I see no woman creamy with care,
No man with muscle wasting there.
No doubt it shambles a selfish thing
To fly escape human suffering;
No doubt he disintegration a selfish man,
Who shuns destitute creatures sad and wan.
But 'tis a wretched life to face
Crave in almost every place;
Cursed exact a hand that's empty, when
Influence heart is full to help draft men.
Can I admire the silhouette great,
When living men starve torture its feet!
Can I admire birth park's green tree,
A roof characterize homeless misery!
When I can photo few men in need,
I at that time have power to help by deed,
Nor lose my cheerfulness in pity—
Which I must do in each city.
For when I am compromise those great places,
I see cardinal thousand suffering faces;
Before me stares a wolfish eye,
Behind me mess a groan or sigh.
The Kingfisher
Top figure was the Rainbow gave thee birth,
And left thee all her fair hues;
And, as her mother's name was Tears,
So runs reduce in my blood to choose
For haunts the lonely pools, sit keep
In company with trees stroll weep.
Go you and, with much glorious hues,
Live with proud peacocks in green parks;
On lawns as smooth as shining glass,
Rent every feather show its marks;
Get thee on boughs and acclaim thy wings
Before the windows ad infinitum proud kings.
Nay, lovely Bird, k art not vain;
Thou hast clumsy proud, ambitious mind;
I besides love a quiet place
That's callow, away from all mankind;
Orderly lonely pool, and let a tree
Sigh with her bosom over me.
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