Alan Seeger Poems

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Antinous

by Alan Seeger
 Stretched on a sunny bank he lay at rest, 
Ferns at his elbow, lilies round his knees, 
With sweet flesh patterned where the cool turf pressed, 
Flowerlike crept o'er with emerald aphides. 
Single he couched there, to his circling flocks 
Piping at times some happy shepherd's tune, 
Nude, with the warm wind in his golden locks, 
And arched with...Read more of this...

All Thats Not Love . .

by Alan Seeger
 All that's not love is the dearth of my days, 
The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit, 
The temple in times without prayer, without praise, 
The altar unset and the candle unlit. 


Let me survive not the lovable sway 
Of early desire, nor see when it goes 
The courts of Life's abbey in ivied decay, 
Whence sometime sweet...Read more of this...

Written in a Volume of the Comtesse de Noailles

by Alan Seeger
 Be my companion under cool arcades 
That frame some drowsy street and dazzling square 
Beyond whose flowers and palm-tree promenades 
White belfries burn in the blue tropic air. 
Lie near me in dim forests where the croon 
Of wood-doves sounds and moss-banked water flows, 
Or musing late till the midsummer moon 
Breaks through some ruined abbey's empty rose. 
Sweetest...Read more of this...

An Ode to Antares

by Alan Seeger
 At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide 
Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills 
The hoot-owl calls his mate, and whippoorwills 
Clamor from every copse and orchard-side, 
I watched the red star rising in the East, 
And while his fellows of the flaming sign 
From prisoning daylight more and more released, 
Lift their pale lamps, and,...Read more of this...

The Nympholept

by Alan Seeger
 There was a boy -- not above childish fears -- 
With steps that faltered now and straining ears, 
Timid, irresolute, yet dauntless still, 
Who one bright dawn, when each remotest hill 
Stood sharp and clear in Heaven's unclouded blue 
And all Earth shimmered with fresh-beaded dew, 
Risen in the first beams of the gladdening sun, 
Walked up into the...Read more of this...

Lyonesse

by Alan Seeger
 In Lyonesse was beauty enough, men say: 
Long Summer loaded the orchards to excess, 
And fertile lowlands lengthening far away, 
In Lyonesse. 


Came a term to that land's old favoredness: 
Past the sea-walls, crumbled in thundering spray, 
Rolled the green waves, ravening, merciless. 


Through bearded boughs immobile in cool decay, 
Where sea-bloom covers corroding palaces, 
The mermaid glides with...Read more of this...

Sonnet 05

by Alan Seeger
 Seeing you have not come with me, nor spent 
This day's suggestive beauty as we ought, 
I have gone forth alone and been content 
To make you mistress only of my thought. 
And I have blessed the fate that was so kind 
In my life's agitations to include 
This moment's refuge where my sense can find 
Refreshment, and my...Read more of this...

Sonnet XVI: Who Shall Invoke Her

by Alan Seeger
 Who shall invoke her, who shall be her priest,
With single rites the common debt to pay?
On some green headland fronting to the East
Our fairest boy shall kneel at break of day.
Naked, uplifting in a laden tray
New milk and honey and sweet-tinctured wine,
Not without twigs of clustering apple-spray
To wreath a garland for Our Lady's shrine.
The morning planet poised above the...Read more of this...

Sonnet 07

by Alan Seeger
 There have been times when I could storm and plead, 
But you shall never hear me supplicate. 
These long months that have magnified my need 
Have made my asking less importunate, 
For now small favors seem to me so great 
That not the courteous lovers of old time 
Were more content to rule themselves and wait, 
Easing desire with...Read more of this...

Sonnet VII

by Alan Seeger
 To me, a pilgrim on that journey bound 
Whose stations Beauty's bright examples are, 
As of a silken city famed afar 
Over the sands for wealth and holy ground, 
Came the report of one -- a woman crowned 
With all perfection, blemishless and high, 
As the full moon amid the moonlit sky, 
With the world's praise and wonder clad...Read more of this...

After an Epigram of Clement Marot

by Alan Seeger
 The lad I was I longer now 
Nor am nor shall be evermore. 
Spring's lovely blossoms from my brow 
Have shed their petals on the floor. 
Thou, Love, hast been my lord, thy shrine 
Above all gods' best served by me. 
Dear Love, could life again be mine 
How bettered should that service be!...Read more of this...

Eudaemon

by Alan Seeger
 O happiness, I know not what far seas, 
Blue hills and deep, thy sunny realms surround, 
That thus in Music's wistful harmonies 
And concert of sweet sound 
A rumor steals, from some uncertain shore, 
Of lovely things outworn or gladness yet in store: 


Whether thy beams be pitiful and come, 
Across the sundering of vanished years, 
From childhood and...Read more of this...

Sonnet 08

by Alan Seeger
 Oh, love of woman, you are known to be 
A passion sent to plague the hearts of men; 
For every one you bring felicity 
Bringing rebuffs and wretchedness to ten. 
I have been oft where human life sold cheap 
And seen men's brains spilled out about their ears 
And yet that never cost me any sleep; 
I lived untroubled...Read more of this...

Sonnet IV

by Alan Seeger
 Up at his attic sill the South wind came 
And days of sun and storm but never peace. 
Along the town's tumultuous arteries 
He heard the heart-throbs of a sentient frame: 
Each night the whistles in the bay, the same 
Whirl of incessant wheels and clanging cars: 
For smoke that half obscured, the circling stars 
Burnt like his youth...Read more of this...

A Message to America

by Alan Seeger
 You have the grit and the guts, I know; 
You are ready to answer blow for blow 
You are virile, combative, stubborn, hard, 
But your honor ends with your own back-yard; 
Each man intent on his private goal, 
You have no feeling for the whole; 
What singly none would tolerate 
You let unpunished hit the state, 
Unmindful that each...Read more of this...

The Old Lowe House Staten Island

by Alan Seeger
 Another prospect pleased the builder's eye, 
And Fashion tenanted (where Fashion wanes) 
Here in the sorrowful suburban lanes 
When first these gables rose against the sky. 
Relic of a romantic taste gone by, 
This stately monument alone remains, 
Vacant, with lichened walls and window-panes 
Blank as the windows of a skull. But I, 
On evenings when autumnal winds have...Read more of this...

Ariosto. Orlando Furioso Canto X 91-99

by Alan Seeger
 Ruggiero, to amaze the British host, 
And wake more wonder in their wondering ranks, 
The bridle of his winged courser loosed, 
And clapped his spurs into the creature's flanks; 
High in the air, even to the topmost banks 
Of crudded cloud, uprose the flying horse, 
And now above the Welsh, and now the Manx, 
And now across the sea...Read more of this...

Sonnet XIV

by Alan Seeger
 IT may be for the world of weeds and tares 
And dearth in Nature of sweet Beauty's rose 
That oft as Fortune from ten thousand shows 
One from the train of Love's true courtiers 
Straightway on him who gazes, unawares, 
Deep wonder seizes and swift trembling grows, 
Reft by that sight of purpose and repose, 
Hardly its weight his...Read more of this...

Coucy

by Alan Seeger
 The rooks aclamor when one enters here 
Startle the empty towers far overhead; 
Through gaping walls the summer fields appear, 
Green, tan, or, poppy-mingled, tinged with red. 
The courts where revel rang deep grass and moss 
Cover, and tangled vines have overgrown 
The gate where banners blazoned with a cross 
Rolled forth to toss round Tyre and Ascalon. 
Decay...Read more of this...

The Sultans Palace

by Alan Seeger
 My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,
As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;
As in their flesh inheres the impulse to embrace,
To gaze on Loveliness was my soul's appetite.

I have roamed far in search; white road and plunging bow
Were keys in the blue doors where my desire was set;
Obedient to their lure, my lips and...Read more of this...

Sonnet 01

by Alan Seeger
 Sidney, in whom the heyday of romance 
Came to its precious and most perfect flower, 
Whether you tourneyed with victorious lance 
Or brought sweet roundelays to Stella's bower, 
I give myself some credit for the way 
I have kept clean of what enslaves and lowers, 
Shunned the ideals of our present day 
And studied those that were esteemed in...Read more of this...

Champagne 1914-15

by Alan Seeger
 In the glad revels, in the happy fetes, 
When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled 
With the sweet wine of France that concentrates 
The sunshine and the beauty of the world, 

Drink sometimes, you whose footsteps yet may tread 
The undisturbed, delightful paths of Earth, 
To those whose blood, in pious duty shed, 
Hallows the soil where...Read more of this...

Maktoob

by Alan Seeger
 A shell surprised our post one day 
And killed a comrade at my side. 
My heart was sick to see the way 
He suffered as he died. 

I dug about the place he fell, 
And found, no bigger than my thumb, 
A fragment of the splintered shell 
In warm aluminum. 

I melted it, and made a mould, 
And poured...Read more of this...

Sonnet 11

by Alan Seeger
 Apart sweet women (for whom Heaven be blessed), 
Comrades, you cannot think how thin and blue 
Look the leftovers of mankind that rest, 
Now that the cream has been skimmed off in you. 
War has its horrors, but has this of good -- 
That its sure processes sort out and bind 
Brave hearts in one intrepid brotherhood 
And leave...Read more of this...

Sonnet 12

by Alan Seeger
 Clouds rosy-tinted in the setting sun, 
Depths of the azure eastern sky between, 
Plains where the poplar-bordered highways run, 
Patched with a hundred tints of brown and green, -- 
Beauty of Earth, when in thy harmonies 
The cannon's note has ceased to be a part, 
I shall return once more and bring to these 
The worship of an undivided...Read more of this...

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