"How fared you when you mortal were? What did you see on my peopled star?" "Oh well enough," I answered her, "It went for me where mortals are!…
Order of the Rising Sun (Japanese 旭日章),was an English poet, very popular in his lifetime on the strength of a small number of anthology pieces, such as The Bull. He was one of the more 'pastoral' of the Georgian poets. In 1954, he was awarded the Queen's Gold Medal for Poetry. He seems to have covered his tracks in relation to much of his life; he was averse to publicity. This has led to claims that he was reticent. Far from that being the case, his friend Walter De La Mare found him an almost exhausting talker; but he made a point of personal privacy. He kept up a copious correspondence with other poets and literary figures, including those he met in his time in Japan such as Takeshi Saito. Ralph Hodgson was a reclusive figure, who disliked publicity about either his work or his private life. As a result, details on his early life are few and far between. From 1890 until 1912, he worked as an artist for various newspapers and magazines. From 1913, his private press, "At the Sign of the Flying Fame," played host to several of his poems as chapbooks and broadsides. These included "The Song of Honour , " and "The Bull, " for which he received the Polignac Prize in 1914. In 1924, he moved to Japan and took a post as English lecturer at Sendai's University. His reputation as a poet rests upon a small number of publications. "The Bull, " " Eve ," " The Bells of Heaven ," and " The Song of Honour ," are regularly included in poetry anthologies.)
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With Love among the haycocks We played at hide and seek; He shut his eyes and counted - We hid among the hay -…
I climbed a hill as light fell short, And rooks came home in scramble sort, And filled the trees and flapped and fought And sang themselves to sleep;…
Now one and all, you Roses, Wake up, you lie too long! This very morning closes The Nightingale his song;…
If you could bring her glories back! You gentle sirs who sift the dust And burrow in the mould and must Of Babylon for bric-a-brac;…
Eve, with her basket, was Deep in the bells and grass, Wading in bells and grass Up to her knees,…
A few tossed thrushes save That carolled less than cried Against the dying rave And moan that never died,…
Sour fiend, go home and tell the Pit For once you met your master, - A man who carried in his soul Three charms against disaster,…
It's sixty years ago, the people say: Two village children, neighbours born and bred, One morning played beneath a rotten tree That came down crash and caught them as they fled;…
Reason has moons, but moons not hers, Lie mirror'd on the sea, Confounding her astronomers, But O! delighting me.…
I saw with open eyes Singing birds sweet Sold in the shops For people to eat,…
He begged and shuffled on; Sometimes he stopped to throw A bit and benison To sparrows in the snow,…
'Twould ring the bells of Heaven The wildest peal for years, If Parson lost his senses And people came to theirs,…
When flighting time is on I go With clap-net and decoy, A-fowling after goldfinches And other birds of joy;…
The book was dull, its pictures As leaden as its lore, But one glad, happy picture Made up for all and more:…
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