("LLS") of any photographs, video, podcast or audio recordings or works, written submissions, stories, graphic, musical or choreographic works (collectively "Works") in which you may be included or which you may have submitted to LLS: Please read and sign below to indicate your acceptance of the following terms regarding the use by The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society, Inc. She is bald and wild.Īnd the message of the yew tree is blackness – blackness and silence.Photography, Media Participation and Story Submission Consent and Release Their hands and faces stiff with holiness. Inside the church, the saints will be all blue,įloating on their delicate feet over cold pews, Clouds are floweringīlue and mystical over the face of the stars. The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,īending, on me in particular, its mild eyes. How I would like to believe in tenderness – Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. The eyes lift after it and find the moon. Twice on Sunday, the bells startle the sky –Įight great tongues affirming the Resurrection.Īt the end, they soberly bong out their names. It drags the sea after it like a dark crime it is quiet I simply cannot see where there is to get to. Separated from my house by a row of headstones. Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility. The grasses unload their griefs at my feet as if I were God, “This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. He is the author of, among others, The Secret Library: A Book-Lovers’ Journey Through Curiosities of History and The Great War, The Waste Land and the Modernist Long Poem. The author of this article, Dr Oliver Tearle, is a literary critic and lecturer in English at Loughborough University. If you enjoyed these classic nocturnal poems, you might also enjoy these poems about sleep, these classic moon poems, and these evening and sunset poems. For more classic poetry, we recommend The Oxford Book of English Verse – perhaps the best poetry anthology on the market. If you’ve ever lain awake at night and longed to address an absent lover (or would-be lover), this poem will surely strike a chord. This poem takes one of Carol Ann Duffy’s most important themes: how to use language to express our feelings to another (see ‘ Text’ and ‘ Syntax’ for two other prominent examples). A short poem, this, to conclude our selection of the finest night-time poems. From this seemingly unpoetic start, the poem rejects various conventional poetic depictions of the moon before arriving at a bleaker conclusion – the sort that tend to come more easily in the middle of the night.Ĭarol Ann Duffy, ‘ Words, Wide Night’. One of Larkin’s later poems, ‘Sad Steps’ (1968) sees the poet contemplating the moon one night having groped his way ‘back to bed after a piss’. The film in which it features, about the night train carrying mail from London to Scotland, remains a classic of British documentary filmmaking you can watch the excerpt from the film featuring Auden’s poem here. Thanks to the classic film which featured it – and for which it was specially written – ‘Night Mail’ remains one of Auden’s best-known poems. But ‘Rhapsody’, which appeared in Eliot’s first collection, Prufrock and Other Observations (1917), offers a Baudelaire-influenced picture of the urban night, with its visions of a ‘crowd of twisted things’, mysterious women loitering in doorways, and the cat flattening itself in the gutter. The words to this poem provided the inspiration for the popular song ‘Memory’ from the Andrew Lloyd-Webber musical Cats, which adapted Eliot’s book of cat poems, Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, for the stage. Hopkins also likens the stars to the eyes of elves and to diamonds, with the phrase ‘diamond delves’ comparing the stars in the night sky to diamonds in dark mines or caves. In this poem, one of many sonnets Hopkins (1844-89) wrote, he coins the wonderful term ‘fire-folk’ (reminiscent of Anglo-Saxon kennings) to describe the stars in the night sky. The grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies … The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!ĭown in dim woods the diamond delves! the elves’-eyes! O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies! Gerard Manley Hopkins, ‘ The Starlight Night’.
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