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Selected Poems
Selected Poems
Selected Poems
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This book is written by the nine-time nominated Nobel Prize in Literature author, Aldous Huxley, who is well-known for his dystopian novel, Brave New World. In this publication, Huxley presents us with his collection of poems, vividly describing nature's wonders, featuring titles such as The Elms, The Flowers, and Anniversaries.
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Release dateJun 3, 2022
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Aldous Huxley

Aldous Huxley (1894-1963) was a prominent and successful English writer. Throughout his career he wrote over fifty books, and was nominated seven times for the Nobel Prize in Literature. Huxley wrote his first book, Crome Yellow, when he was seventeen years old, which was described by critics as a complex social satire. Huxley was both an avid humanist and pacifist and many of these ideals are reflected in his writing. Often controversial, Huxley’s views were most evident in the best-selling dystopian novel, Brave New World. The publication of Brave New Worldin 1931 rattled many who read it. However, the novel inspired many writers, Kurt Vonnegut in particular, to describe the book’s characters as foundational to the genre of science fiction. With much of his work attempting to bridge the gap between Eastern and Western beliefs, Aldous Huxley has been hailed as a writer ahead of his time.

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    Selected Poems - Aldous Huxley

    Aldous Huxley

    Selected Poems

    EAN 8596547056812

    DigiCat, 2022

    Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

    Table of Contents

    SONG OF POPLARS.

    THE REEF.

    THE FLOWERS.

    THE ELMS.

    OUT OF THE WINDOW.

    SUMMER STILLNESS.

    INSPIRATION.

    ANNIVERSARIES.

    ITALY.

    THE ALIEN.

    A LITTLE MEMORY.

    WAKING.

    BY THE FIRE.

    VALEDICTORY.

    PRIVATE PROPERTY.

    REVELATION.

    MINOAN PORCELAIN.

    IN UNCERTAINTY TO A LADY.

    CRAPULOUS IMPRESSION.

    COMPLAINT OF A POET MANQUÉ.

    SOCIAL AMENITIES.

    TOPIARY.

    ON THE ’BUS.

    POINTS AND LINES.

    PANIC.

    STANZAS.

    POEM.

    SCENES OF THE MIND.

    L’APRÈS-MIDI D’UN FAUNE. (From the French of Stéphane Mallarmé.)

    MOLE.

    TWO REALITIES.

    QUOTIDIAN VISION.

    THE MIRROR.

    VARIATIONS ON A THEME OF LAFORGUE.

    PHILOSOPHY.

    PHILOCLEA IN THE FOREST.

    I.

    II.

    III.

    BOOKS AND THOUGHTS.

    THE HIGHER SENSUALISM.

    FORMAL VERSES.

    I.

    II.

    PERILS OF THE SMALL HOURS.

    RETURN TO AN OLD HOME.

    SONG OF POPLARS.

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    SHEPHERD, to yon tall poplars tune your flute:

    Let them pierce, keenly, subtly shrill,

    The slow blue rumour of the hill;

    Let the grass cry with an anguish of evening gold,

    And the great sky be mute.

    Then hearken how the poplar trees unfold

    Their buds, yet close and gummed and blind,

    In airy leafage of the mind,

    Rustling in silvery whispers the twin-hued scales

    That fade not nor grow old.

    "Poplars and fountains and you cypress spires

    Springing in dark and rusty flame,

    Seek you aught that hath a name?

    Or say, say: Are you all an upward agony

    Of undefined desires?

    "Say, are you happy in the golden march

    Of sunlight all across the day?

    Or do you watch the uncertain way

    That leads the withering moon on cloudy stairs

    Over the heaven’s wide arch?

    "Is it towards sorrow or towards joy you lift

    The sharpness of your trembling spears?

    Or do you seek, through the grey tears

    That blur the sky, in the heart of the triumphing blue,

    A deeper, calmer rift?"

    So; I have tuned my music to the trees,

    And there were voices dim below

    Their shrillness, voices swelling slow

    In the blue murmur of hills, and a golden cry

    And then

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