Year: 2020

“Moonlit Apples” by John Drinkwater

Moonlit Apples

At the top of the house the apples are laid in rows,

And the skylight lets the moonlight in, and those

Apples are deep-sea apples of green. There goes

A cloud on the moon in the autumn night.

 

A mouse in the wainscot scratches, and scratches, and

then

There is no sound at the top of the house of men

Or mice ; and the cloud is blown, and the moon again

Dapples the apples with deep-sea light.

 

They are lying in rows there, under the gloomy beams ;

On the sagging floor ; they gather the silver streams

Out of the moon, those moonlit apples of dreams,

And quiet is the steep stair under.

 

In the corridors under there is nothing but sleep.

And stiller than ever on orchard boughs they keep

Tryst with the moon, and deep is the silence, deep

On moon-washed apples of wonder.

"Moonlit Apples" by John Drinkwater was published in Georgian Poetry 1918-1919. To read this poem in a digitzed version of this publication, follow the link below:

Archive.org

“Gloom” by F.S. Flint

Gloom

I sat there in the dark

of the room and of my mind

thinking of men's treasons and bad faith,

sinking into the pit of my own weakness

before their strength of cunning.

Out over the gardens came the sound of some one

playing five-finger exercises on the piano.

 

Then

I gathered up within me all my powers

until outside of me was nothing:

I was all —

all stubborn, fighting sadness and revulsion.

 

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F.S. Flint's poem "Gloom" was published in the 1916 Some Imagist Poets anthology. To read this poem in full in this publication context, follow the links below:

The Modernist Journals Project

Project Gutenberg (text version)