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Darryl Friesen
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Finished Part II of this collection, up to the end of 1919, which is mostly made up of poems from WWI, including the published collection, “Spirits in Bondage”. Unrelentingly dark and despairing, with only moments and glimmers of brilliance and hope scattered throughout. But beautiful, beautiful writing.
— Dec 23, 2025 08:07AM
Darryl Friesen
is on page 104 of 485
“The Ass” (pub. 1919) is wonderful!
“Atoms dead could never thus
Stir the human heart of us
Unless the beauty that we see
The veil of endless beauty be,
Filled full of spirits that have trod
Far hence along the heavenly sod
And seen the bright footprints of God.”
~from “Song” (May 1918)
— Dec 19, 2025 06:59AM
“Atoms dead could never thus
Stir the human heart of us
Unless the beauty that we see
The veil of endless beauty be,
Filled full of spirits that have trod
Far hence along the heavenly sod
And seen the bright footprints of God.”
~from “Song” (May 1918)
Darryl Friesen
is on page 80 of 485
“Irish Nocturne”
Now the grey mist comes creeping up
From the waste ocean’s weedy strand
And fills the valley, as a cup
Is filled of evil drink in a wizard’s hand;
And the trees fade out of sight,
Like dreary ghosts unhealthily,
Into the damp, pale night,
Till you almost think that a clearer eye could see
Some shape come up of a demon seeking apart
His meat…
Ummm… Amazing!! Beginning of Bleak House?!
— Dec 11, 2025 08:40AM
Now the grey mist comes creeping up
From the waste ocean’s weedy strand
And fills the valley, as a cup
Is filled of evil drink in a wizard’s hand;
And the trees fade out of sight,
Like dreary ghosts unhealthily,
Into the damp, pale night,
Till you almost think that a clearer eye could see
Some shape come up of a demon seeking apart
His meat…
Ummm… Amazing!! Beginning of Bleak House?!
