Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
My Land
A NEW land, like a stainless flower setIn the green foliage of the waving sea;Or like a maiden whose fair heart is free,Whose honest eyes with no sad..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Girl At The Harp
LIKE Clotho, at her harp she sits and weavesWith mystic fingers from the swaying stringsA melody that ever louder singsAnd my charmed heart in..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Stars
THE terrible tranquillity of space!My soul shrinks back in sudden doubt. I fearThe myriad eyes that through the ether peer,And chill the arrogance..
© Arthur Henry Adams
To One Slain In Absence
AND so we parted, love, obliviousThat we were parting! With our laughter light,Flouting the future, on the morrow brightAt our old tryst we would..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Bereft
FOR nine drear nights my darling has been dead;And ah, dear God! I cannot dream of her!Now I shall see her always lying white—A frozen flower beneath..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Ebb Of Day
The ebb of day has now begun;The waters to the low west crowd;But one forgotten wisp of cloudGlows like a fragment of the sun,And stranded on the..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Sculptor
O'er the Eastern hills of lightWhile the dim world sleptDawn the sculptor stepped,And the shapeless block of NightChiselled into formMorning-lit and..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Parade
Along the lamp-lit streets they glide and go:Here Nature in her brutishness is nude:See, thinly trickling from the age-old wound,The steady stream of..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Fancies
From Wellington Terrace.WHITE stars above, red stars beneath,And o'er the bay the brooding hills:No murmur, save a quiet breathThat faintly through..
© Arthur Henry Adams
A Song Of Failure
HERE is my hand to you, brother,You of the ruck who have failedI, too, am only anotherFighter who faltered and quailed.Now with my courage for..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Tui
Alchemist of melody,dropp by dropp distilling!Hidden high on some tall tree,Alchemist of melody;With your liquid minstrelsyAll the forest..
© Arthur Henry Adams
A Child
Little wisp of wonderment,All the world your doll!Hugging it in huge content,Little wisp of wonderment;Life has only laughter sent—Everything is..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Coming Of The Rauparaha
BLUE, the wreaths of smoke, like drooping bannersFrom the flaming battlements of sunsetHung suspended; and within his whareHipe, last of..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Maoriland
MAORILAND, my mother!Holds the earth so fair another?O, my land of the moa and Maori ,Garlanded grand with your forests of kauri ,Lone you stand..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Afterwards
NOW that our pathways sever here,And mine slopes down across the night,Whence I shall see you burning clearA beacon on the mountain-height—Now that..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Satana
SHE draws all men to serve her, and her lureIs her pulsating human loveliness—The beauty of her bosom's rippling lines,The passion pleading in her..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The World Has Grown So Grey
THE world has grown so grey, love,The weary world so wide;And autumn seems to stay, love—'T was autumn when you died.And everything is strange and..
© Arthur Henry Adams
To My Love
“PAINT me,” you said, “a poem; give to meA breathing thought that I may keep to kiss!”While that low laugh that aye a mandate isNestled upon your..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Sunset
WHAT horror lurked within the First Man's brainAs downward to the West the Sun-god stepped,And paused upon the hill-ridge, ere he leaptHeadlong into..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Sydney Nocturnes
From The North Shore.TO Day she would not show her charms;But now the Night beseeches,A white reproach of wistful armsOver the bay she reaches.Upon..
© Arthur Henry Adams
Man And Woman
[ According to Maori mythology, the god Tiki created Man by taking a piece of clay and moistening it with his own blood. Woman was the offspring of a..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Poet To Be Yet
NOT he who sings smooth songs that soothe—Sweet opiates that lull asleepThe sorrow that would only weep;There are some spirit-stains so deepThat only..
© Arthur Henry Adams
In Hyde Park
The white mist walks between the treesIn silver gown;Her mystic floating draperiesThe branches drown;And lurking there with eager leerAnd wonder..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Reaper
The world is drowsy, the winds asleep,On the sward of the sky the star-blossoms peep,And the grey Moon moves with his silver scytheThe pallid flowers..
© Arthur Henry Adams
The Anarchist
THE dawn hangs heavy on the distant hill,The darkness shudders slowly into light;And from the weary bosom of the nightThe pent winds sigh, then sink..
© Arthur Henry Adams