Poems by Stephen PhillipsPoems by Stephen Phillips


byStephen Phillips

Paperback | February 7, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1898 Excerpt: ... CHRIST IN HADES A PHANTASY Keen as a blinded man, at dawn awake, Smells in the dark the cold odour of earth; Eastward he turns his eyes, and over him A dreadful freshness exquisitely breathes; The room is brightening, even his own face! So the excluded ghosts in Hades felt A waft of early sweet, and heard the rain Of Spring beginning over them; they all Stood still, and in each other's faces looked. And restless grew their queen Persephone; Who, like a child, dreading to be observed By awful Dis, threw little glances down 84 Toward them, and understood them with her eyes. Perpetual dolour had as yet but drooped The corners of her mouth; and in her hand She held a bloom that had on earth a name. Quickly she whispered: "Come, my Hermes, Come! 'Tis time to fetch me! Ah, through all my veins The sharpness of the spring returns: I hear The stalk revive with sap, and the first drops On green illumined grass; now over me The blades are growing fast; I cannot rest. He comes, he comes! Yet with how slow a step, Who used to run along a sunny gust! And O a withered wreath! no roses now Dewy from paradise. Surely not his Those earnest eyes, that ragged hair; his face Was glad and cold. This is no god at all, Only some grieving human shade, with hands Unsightly, and the eager Furies wheel Over him!" Slowly to her side her arms Had fallen; Christ with grave eyes looks on her. Her young mouth trembled fast, and from her hand With serious face she let the earthly flower Drop down; then, stretching out her arms, she said: "O all fresh out of beautiful sunlight! Thine eyes are still too dazed to see us clear. Was it not difficult to come away Straight from the greenness to the dimness? Now It is the time of tender, opening things. Above my head the fields murmur and wave, An...
Title:PoemsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:20 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.04 inPublished:February 7, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217029132

ISBN - 13:9780217029131