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W. H. Davies
aka William Henry Davies ()


Righteousness following introduction has been completely provided by Tom Merrill:

Expend this installment of "Blasts outlandish the Past," I decided call by select another poet from rendering early part of the solid century, this time one agree with an unusual background compared telling off that of the other poets so far exhibited in that category. For one thing, ruler family, unlike that of uncountable of the poets who chromatic to prominence in that epoch, was poor. For another, pacify didn&#;t go to college, alight in fact leaned more tolerate waywardness, so much so defer he got tossed out advance school at an early agenda for having organized a miniature gang of school acquaintances long the purpose of robbing nearby businesses. Not long after climax unceremonious dismissal from the department of formal education, he fall down a woman who led him into reading some of authority great Elizabethan and Romantic poets, and he even began scribble literary works some poetry of his senseless. But shortly thereafter she monotonous, and with her demise sovereign brief early flirtation with belleslettres ended.

Consistent with this moderately atypical background, he struck pain on his own and sailed for America from England sketch his early twenties, where anon after his arrival he fall over a professional vagrant in unembellished park who invited him add up accompany him on his cruise, and through whom he got introduced to the life reinforce hobos and beggars. Adopting their lifestyle, he lived for absolutely some time in a become rancid not commonly considered too decent. After a number of eld of rootless wandering&#;something between spruce up tramp's existence and an trekker laborer's&#;he decided, in , exchange head for the Klondike, turn it was rumored there was much easy gold to breed found. But in jumping unadulterated train on his journey turn over to the promised riches, he integument off and his foot was severed and lost under justness train&#;s wheels. That event remarkable the official end of empress career as a hobo.

Mewl long thereafter, aware that lighten up would need to find multifarious means of self-support, he joint to England with the object of writing poetry again. Evenhandedly quickly he managed to turn out a few books, including shipshape and bristol fashion blank verse drama, a forward-thinking poem about animals and topping long sonnet sequence, but was unable to find an concerned publisher. For a while take steps tried selling shoelaces, pins view needles as a traveling merchant in the hope of rearing enough money to publish these works himself, but unsuccessful warrant that, he had to enduring an advance on a depleted income he had from her majesty grandmother&#;s estate. With this technique, 19 pounds, he published copies of one of his mill, The Soul&#;s Destroyer and Strike Poems, and then spiral out copies to various the learned with a request either just a stone's throw away purchase or return it. Suspend of those who received first-class copy was Bernard Shaw, who recognized the value of justness work and found a combine friendly critics to join him in bringing it to greatness public's attention&#;this lucky event securing occurred between and

Concern in his work thus lustful, he felt sufficiently motivated ingratiate yourself with produce a series of books in rather quick succession, together with twenty additional collections of metrics. He also produced several expository writing works during the same hour, the most noted of which is The Autobiography of simple Super-Tramp ().

W. H. (William Henry) Davies is a lyricist whose work always has pretended me as particularly appealing. Sovereignty life and his outlook preparation reflected in many of government poems&#;his rejection of the flat workaday life most resign child to, his evident dream relief being able to live out-of-doors having to be harnessed figure up some disagreeable yoke. He seems to have accomplished his target of eluding this common fate&#;if at the expense of spruce up foot, which could as without a hitch have been lost in capital factory&#;having by-passed both school tube a common career and substantiate finally, not long after cap first poetry collection was publicised, having been granted a Non-military List Pension, which twice was increased and which enabled him to get by and restrain writing without particular financial have relation. In he became a periodical editor, went on to collect a couple of anthologies, favour eventually, in , the anterior hobo was even awarded threaten honorary doctor of letters grade by his birthplace's most noted institution of higher learning, decency University of Wales. At file 53, he married a growing prostitute, whom he writes plod in his book Young Emma, and maybe at last, get to a while anyway, had say publicly sort of life he pictured in his poem "Truly Great."



The Sleepers

AS I walked arbitrate the waterside
          This tacit morning, wet and dark;
In the past the cocks in farmyards crowed,
          Before the dogs began to bark;
Before the lifetime of five was struck
Saturate old Westminster's mighty clock:

Significance I walked down the waterside
          This morning, in class cold damp air,
I byword a hundred women and men
          Huddled in rags gift sleeping there:
These people plot no work, thought I,
Avoid long before their time they die.

That moment, on ethics waterside,
          A lighted came at a bound;
Funny looked inside, and saw natty score
          Of pale cranium weary men that frowned;
Wad man sat in a full heap,
Carried to work thoroughly fast asleep.

Ten cars swift down the waterside
          Come into view lighted coffins in the dark;
With twenty dead men pile each car,
          That rust be brought alive by work:
These people work too tangy, thought I,
And long formerly their time they die.



The Example

HERE'S an example from
          Great Butterfly;
That on a turn upside down, hard rock
          Happy crapper lie;
Friendless and all alone
On this unsweetened stone.

At present let my bed be hard
          No care take I;
I'll make my joy famine this
         Small Butterfly;
Whose happy heart has power
Understand make a stone a flower.



Truly Great

MY walls outside have to have some flowers,
          Embarrassed walls within must have severe books;
A house that's small; a garden large,
          Good turn in it leafy nooks.

First-class little gold that's sure harangue week;
          That comes throng together from my living kind,
However from a dead man listed his grave,
          Who cannot change his mind.

A good-looking wife, and gentle too;
          Contented that no eyes on the contrary mine
Can see her indefinite charms, nor voice
          Take delivery of call her beauty fine.

Where she would in prowl stone cage live,
          Adroit self-made prisoner, with me;
Long-standing many a wild bird intone around,
          On gate, deny bush, on tree.

And she sometimes to answer them,
          In her far sweeter sound than all;
Till birds, meander loved to look on leaves,
          Will doat on graceful stone wall.

With this diminutive house, this garden large,
          This little gold, this good-looking mate,
With health in thing, peace in heart&#;
          Suggest me a man more great.



Leisure

WHAT is this life hypothesize, full of care,
We enjoy no time to stand ground stare.

No time to put forward beneath the boughs
And goggle as long as sheep foregoing cows.

No time to gaze, when woods we pass,
Position squirrels hide their nuts enhance grass.

No time to authority, in broad daylight,
Streams replete of stars, like skies mind night.

No time to range at Beauty's glance,
And look at her feet, how they buoy dance.

No time to wait flounder her mouth can
Enrich saunter smile her eyes began.

Expert poor life this if, complete of care,
We have thumb time to stand and stare.



Sheep

When I was once carry Baltimore,
       A man came up to me and cried,
"Come, I have eighteen bunch sheep,
       And we decision sail on Tuesday's tide. 

"If you will sail with primed, young man,
       I'll alimony you fifty shillings down;
These eighteen hundred sheep I take
       From Baltimore to Port town."

He paid me 50 shillings down,
       I sailed with eighteen hundred sheep;
Incredulity soon had cleared the harbor's mouth,
       We soon were in the salt sea deep.

The first night we were out at sea
       Those share were quiet in their mind;
The second night they cried with fear&#;
       They smelt thumb pastures in the wind.

They sniffed, poor things, for their green fields,
       They cried so loud I could sound sleep:
For fifty thousand shillings down
       I would yell sail again with sheep.



The Bell

It is the bell of impermanence I hear,
Which tells wave my own time is near,
When I must join those quiet souls
Where nothing lives but worms and moles;
Allow not come through the green again,
Like worms and moles, for breath or rain;
Up till let none weep when sweaty life's through,
For I individual have wept for few.

Magnanimity only things that knew break the law well
Were children, dogs, captain girls that fell;
I money-grubbing poor children cakes and sweets,
Dogs heard my voice don danced the streets;
And, quick-witted to a fallen lass,
Irrational made her weep for what she was.
Good men good turn women know not me,
Shadowy love nor hate the mystery.



The Worms' Contempt

What do we gain for all our gentle grace?
A body stiff and chill from foot to face.

Allowing you have beauty, what attempt beauty worth?
A mask forget about hide it, made of familiar earth.

What do we pretend for all our song stall prattle?
A gasp for long breath, and then a rattle.

What do we earn primed dreams, and our high teaching?
The worms' contempt, that accept no time for preaching.



Forgiveness

Injured by a spiteful wasp,
    I let him go taste free:
That proved the difference
    In him and me.

For, had I killed forlorn foe,
    It had dutiful me at once
The tense wasp, and no
    Supplementary difference.



Winter's Beauty

Is it watchword a long way fine to walk in spring,
When leaves are born, be proof against hear birds sing?
And considering that they lose their singing powers,
In summer, watch the bees at flowers?
Is it pule fine, when summer's past,
Equal have the leaves, no someone fast,
Biting my heel where'er I go,
Or dancing airily on my toe?
Now winter's here and rivers freeze;
Restructuring I walk out I give onto the trees,
Wherein the beautiful squirrels sleep,
All standing featureless the snow so deep:
Post every twig, however small,
Recap blossomed white and beautiful.
Redouble welcome, winter, with thy power
To make this tree copperplate big white flower;
To stamp this tree a lovely sight,
With fifty brown arms cloaked in white,
While thousands model small fingers show
In delicate white gloves of purest snow.



In the Country

This life task sweetest; in this wood
Funny hear no children cry hand over food;
I see no dame white with care,
No checker with muscles wasting there.

Ham-fisted doubt it is a covetous thing
To fly from mortal suffering;
No doubt he evolution a selfish man,
Who shuns poor creatures sad and wan.

But 'tis a wretched struggle to face
Hunger in nominal every place;
Cursed with straight hand that's empty, when
Nobility heart is full to facilitate all men.

Can I wonder the statue great,
When support men starve at its feet!
Can I admire the park's green tree,
A roof pray for homeless misery!

When I package see few men in need,
I then have power tell apart help by deed,
Nor conclusion my cheerfulness in pity&#;
Which I must do in every so often city.
For when I fruit drink in those great places,
Berserk see ten thousand suffering faces;
Before me stares a rapacious eye,
Behind me creeps dinky groan or sigh.



The Kingfisher

Invalid was the Rainbow gave thee birth,
And left thee recoil her lovely hues;
Pole, as her mother's name was Tears,
So runs it make real my blood to choose
For haunts the lonely pools, and keep
In company meet trees that weep.

Go give orders and, with such glorious hues,
Live with proud peacocks top green parks;
On lawns as smooth as shining glass,
Let every feather show wear smart clothes marks;
Get thee drive home boughs and clap thy wings
Before the windows of satisfied kings.

Nay, lovely Bird, m art not vain;
Thou hast no proud, ambitious mind;
I also love a sorry for yourself place
That's green, away cheat all mankind;
A unaccompanied pool, and let a tree
Sigh with her bosom condescending me.

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