I am getting on well with this anecdote, When suddenly I recall The many times I have told it of old, And all the worked-up phrases, and the dying fall Of voice, well timed in the crisis, the note Of mock-heroic ingeniously struck – The whole thing sticks in my throat, And my face all tingles and pricks with shame For myself and…
Scenes Of The Mind By Aldous Leonard Huxley
I have run where festival was loud With drum and brass among the crowd Of panic revellers, whose cries Affront the quiet of the skies; Whose dancing lights contract…
Revelation By Aldous Leonard Huxley
At your mouth, white and milk-warm sphinx, I taste a strange apocalypse: Your subtle taper finger-tips Weave me new heavens, yet, methinks, I know the wiles and each iynx That…
Return From Business By Aldous Leonard Huxley
Evenings in trains, When the little black twittering ghosts Along the brims of cuttings, Against the luminous sky, Interrupt with their hurrying rumour every thought Save that one is young…
Private Property By Aldous Leonard Huxley
All fly – yet who is misanthrope? – The actual men and things that pass Jostling, to wither as the grass So soon: and (be it heaven’s hope, Or…
Points And Lines By Aldous Leonard Huxley
Instants in the quiet, small sharp stars, Pierce my spirit with a thrust whose speed Baffles even the grasp of time. Oh that I might reflect them As swiftly,…
Poem By Aldous Leonard Huxley
Books and a coloured skein of thoughts were mine; And magic words lay ripening in my soul Till their much-whispered music turned a wine Whose subtlest power was…
Panic By Aldous Leonard Huxley
The eyes of the portraits on the wall Look at me, follow me, Stare incessantly: I take it their glance means nothing at all? – Clearly, oh clearly!…
Out Of The Window By Aldous Leonard Huxley
In the middle of countries, far from hills and sea, Are the little places one passes by in trains And never stops at; where the skies extend Uninterrupted,…
On The Bus By Aldous Leonard Huxley
Sitting on the top of the ‘bus, I bite my pipe and look at the sky. Over my shoulder the smoke streams out And my life with it. “Conservation…