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Leon Gellert's Poetry, by written

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  • Waft on, thou upward breeze
    From the warm south!
    18 lines
  • A red-roofed house is shining to the skies;
    A house red-roofed and brilliant in  the wind:
    13 lines
  • The tangled twilight of your hair
    Blew soft against my face,
    16 lines
  • Come not to me with loveliness
    Across the crying hill;
    14 lines
  • Point thy battered prow to the dark shore
    Thou hoary son of Erebus, and dip thy blades
    30 lines
  • I lie by the garden wall,
    Buried and all alone;
    49 lines
  • He pauses on his way, and gazing back
    across the desert ways of splintered steel
    14 lines
  • The iron is hidden in forgetfulness.
    A smoothness comes to men and lies on lands.
    14 lines
  • The black revolving depths have moved and stirred
    with news. their Lord has cried. "Send these, and these."
    14 lines
  • See how he lies, still mighty in his ease,
    The fields' huge fear, the terrifying saint;
    14 lines
  • This well-feigned trance, this still and
            stupored sleep
    16 lines
  • The dazzling earth is rich with easy thrones.
    The corn is golden in the golden sun.
    14 lines
  • Thou gazing face above the shifting sands!
    Oh, turn thy tearless eyes and answer me!
    14 lines
  • The moving hours move slowly by the palms.
    The lazy Nile laps softly as it flows.
    15 lines
  • Upon the threshold, red-eyed Murder stands,
    Fresh from his slaughter-house of human meat,
    14 lines
  • The night has come,, I feel the desert dew,
    I lie in Afric's sands
    10 lines
  • If you were here
    these long grey fields of space
    9 lines
  • The world rolls wet with blood,
    and the skinny hand of Death
    12 lines
  • If you could lie upon this berth, this berth
          whereon I lie,
    14 lines
  • He lies forgotten 'neath the watching skies,
    the blood upon his bayonet scarlet bright;
    15 lines, 2 comments
  • Place that bayonet in my hand,
    And fill this pouch with lead;
    21 lines
  • We always had to do our work at night.
    I wondered why we had to be so sly.
    14 lines
  • Grey nights in the wind,
    And the grey-faced dead.
    12 lines
  • "I wear a cross of bronze," he said,
    "and men have told me I was brave."
    12 lines
  • Uplift thy lyre, and touch the tender strings;
    But leave unsung the epics of thy land
    16 lines
  • Strong from the hills it comes, and flowing
      rivers;
    16 lines
  • Where will the song end? Here?
    Here by the stretching arc
    20 lines
  • Oh, I am lonely by a desert palm,
    And dreaming, dreaming on the sands of thought
    28 lines
  • Mars! Mars!
    Thy clashing sword was keen
    17 lines
  • Oh, dreams of France! Oh, faded dreams of France!
    Ohm France, that I had ever dreamed of thee!
    13 lines
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