Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO ROBERT CALVERLEY TREVELYAN & ELIZABETH TREVELYAN, by GORDON BOTTOMLEY Poet's Biography First Line: When one in java and cathay Last Line: Had I not journeyed at your side. Subject(s): Friendship; Travel; Journeys; Trips | ||||||||
WHEN one in Java and Cathay And one beside the Zuyder Zee Kept long and Wintry holiday, I dwelt upon your mountain height. In many a silent Surrey night After the yellow Winter light Had sunk behind dark Holmbury Hill, Within the house so warm and still I went from room to room until Their twilit shadows, their echoes' play Brought touch and presence from far away, From Yang-tse-Kiang and Zuyder Zee. And as I turn from page to page, Looking back in middle age On my most cherished pilgrimage -- The quest of beauty by word and sound -- I reach no prospect, I touch no ground Where something of you is not found. Here is a verse that came to me Among your books; and your roof-tree Sheltered the music that set free This passage here, the cadence there: Here is a poem that you made fair To me with praise one evening where Sunset waters of Wales enchanted All we saw and thought and wanted, And the low sun-rays burned and slanted On Idris' top among the haze: And here 's an echo of great days Past all oblivion and praise In Well Knowe garden when you brought By genial scholarship, friendly thought, Me to the gates of Greece, and caught The living voice of AEschylus In English words, that made 'twixt us A bond, vivid and glorious, Of momentary unison, Sharing anew that deed long done, In poetry and delight at one. Best of my friends, the best is told; There is little left but growing old, When beauty withdraws and art turns cold; I have made more verses than I shall make, I have gathered them here for you to take -- If you will take them -- for the sake Of the sick isolated years That you made rich among their cares, Their wearinesses and their fears; And for the knowledge that you alone By fellowship in our art have shewn Things to me I must make my own Upon the quest that has been my pride -- So that my reach had been less wide Had I not journeyed at your side. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD, WHAT'S THAT NOISE? by RICHARD HOWARD LOOKING FOR THE GULF MOTEL by RICHARD BLANCO RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE ONE WHO WAS DIFFERENT by RANDALL JARRELL THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES TO H. B. (WITH A BOOK OF VERSE) by MAURICE BARING |
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