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| A. E. Housman Poem - for 03/02/01: "But Oh! Fast Fading Dreams!" End of Innocence Beginning of pain... As childhood ends... A world, cut in twain. I gaze about the world So bright and new it seemed... As Truth becomes unfurled... And thus ends the dream. I see the world now As the world sees me still I gaze down below From the top of my hill I gaze about, weeping At the maw of cruel war I see darkness creeping And problems in store I wonder now, why Had I not seen before? What smoke fills the sky From endless war Cruelty, perversion It seems quite insane... My Heart shows aversion To such dreadful pain In my youth I saw Such high Ideals of Life By my Troth, I fain return From such long-winded strife To reach Ideals like these? It seemed simple before... But now upon my knees I fall, forevermore... But am I to despair? Think back, on tales of Yore I must not give up, so there! There is Hope, that precious Ore... But Hope of what? And Hope to where? I must recall My Hopes before... NOTE: THIS POEM IS RATHER DEPRESSING. WELL, DUH. OBVIOUSLY. IN FACT, IT WAS SO DEPRESSING THAT I WROTE ANOTHER POEM, "Hope For The Future", TO LIGHTEN THE MOOD. WE NOW RETURN TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED Poetry. |