"hilaire" poems
Do you remember our adventures, little sister?
Do you remember our adventures?
Down the Amazon in a inflatable boat
All on a cold wooden floor.
Clutching you in my arms, little sister,
As our brother steered us through the rapids.
Do you remember our adventures, little sister?
Do you remember our adventures?
When the rainy season arrived
And we stood wobbling in the sinking boat,
Throwing buckets of imaginary water
Out onto the cold wooden floor.
Do you remember our adventures, little sister?
Do you remember our adventures?
We navigated fierce waters,
Fought of wild crocodiles,
Only to be called to lunch
And three pairs of socked feet shuffled down the hall.
Nevermore, little sister,
Nevermore shall we brave the waters of the Amazon,
As we have homework to do
Our rooms to clean
And besides, the three of us could no more fit in an inflatable boat
On a cold wooden floor.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 8:40 AM UTC
Hilaire Beloc
The South Country
And the great hills of the South country
come back into my mind
For the great hills of the South country
are my hills where I grew up as a child
Where I wandered the fields and the forests
and studied life in the wild
My heart belongs in the South country
'tis here I can sit and take note
Share my thoughts with my friends
and show them the words that I wrote
You can bury me here in the south country
with a tree standing over my grave
I need no long drawn out service
just a place that nature has made
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
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The Decline of the British Empire
Whatever happens
We have got
Shakespeare and Milton
And they have not
But this is what
They have got:
A strong economy
And we have not
(Based on a bit of 19th century triumphalist doggerel, attributed to Hilaire Belloc and others, about the Maxim gun. And let The People shout, “Decolonize these lines!”)
Dec 12, 2022
Dec 12, 2022 at 7:56 AM UTC
Shall I Compute 1 Thee to a Summer’s Day?
A Lament for the Unlettered
They launch no voyages of discovery
To sail beyond the sunset 1 of their dreams
No pages open to them; no books, no boots,
No paths lead them to Constantinople or Rome 3
For the horns of Elfland 4 they listen not
Nor for the unheard pipes on a Grecian urn 5
The Red Book of Westmarch 6 is forever closed
And lines of lyric verse sing not to them
They cling to their precious palantiri 7
And launch no voyages of discovery
1 As Shakespeare did not say
2 From Tennyson’s “Ulysses.” Heinlein used the phrase as the title for his final novel.
3 Patrick Leigh Fermor and Hilaire Belloc
4 C. S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy
5 Keats, “Ode on a Grecian Urn”
6 Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings
7 Tolkien again
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC