Song of Poplars by Aldous Huxley Shepherd, to yon tall poplars tune Let them pierce, keenly, subtly sh The slow blue rumour of the hill; Let the grass cry with an anguish And the great sky be mute.
Vision by Aldous Huxley I had been sitting alone with book Till doubt was a black disease, When I heard the cheerful shout o In the bare, prophetic trees. Bare trees, prophetic of new birth 2
Love Song by Aldous Huxley Dear absurd child—too dear to my c God made your soul for pleasure, n It cleaves no way, but angled broa Impinges with a slabby-bellied sou Full upon life, and on the rind of
The Decameron by Aldous Huxley Noon with a depth of shadow beneat Shakes in the heat, quivers to the Half shaded, half sunlit, a great Glistens purple and golden: the fl Cool in their panniers of snow: si
Minoan Porcelain by Aldous Huxley Her eyes of bright unwinking glaze All imperturbable do not Even make pretences to regard The justing absence of her stays, Where many a Tyrian gallipot 1
Crapulous Impression by Aldous Huxley Still life, still life ... the hig Hard and sharp on the bottles: the Stands firmly solid in the glasses Smooth yellow ice, through which t The lamp’s bright pencil of down-s
Summer Stillness by Aldous Huxley The stars are golden instants in t Flawless expanse of night: the moo The river sleeps, entranced, a smo Seeming so motionless that I forg The hollow booming bridges, where
Waking by Aldous Huxley Darkness had stretched its colour, Deep blue across the pane: No cloud to make night duller, No moon with its tarnish stain; But only here and there a star,
Inspiration by Aldous Huxley Noonday upon the Alpine meadows Pours its avalanche of Light And blazing flowers: the very shad Translucent are and bright. It seems a glory that nought surpa 1
Complaint of a Poet Manqué by Aldous Huxley We judge by appearance merely: If I can’t think strangely, I can So I grew the hair so long on my That my mother wouldn’t know me, Till a woman in a night-club said,