Collected Poems: "And Earth is but a star, that once had shone"
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James Elroy Flecker was born on 5th November 1884, in Lewisham, London.
Flecker does not seem to have enjoyed academic study and achieved only a Third-Class Honours in Greats in 1906. This did not set him up for a job in either government service or the academic world.
After some frustrating forays at school teaching he attempted to join the Levant Consular Service and entered Cambridge to study for two years. After a poor first year he pushed forward in the second and achieved First-Class honours. His reward was a posting to Constantinople at the British consulate.
However, Flecker’s poetry career was making better progress and he was beginning to garner praise for his poems including The Bridge of Fire. Unfortunately, he was also showing the first symptoms of contracting tuberculosis. Bouts of ill health were to now alternate with periods of physical well-being woven with mental euphoria and creativity.
Before his early death he managed to complete several volumes of poetry, which he continually revised, together with some prose works and plays. It was a small canon of work but on his death on 3rd January 1915, of tuberculosis, in Davos, Switzerland he was described as "unquestionably the greatest premature loss that English literature has suffered since the death of Keats".
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Collected Poems - James Elroy Flecker
Collected Poems by James EIroy Flecker
The Athenceum said: "It has been the fate, and perhaps the happy fate, of many English poets
to die young... Great as was the promise of Middleton and Brooke, it is the death of Flecker that is
perhaps our most grievous loss."
James Elroy Flecker was born on 5th November 1884, in Lewisham, London.
Flecker does not seem to have enjoyed academic study and achieved only a Third-Class Honours in Greats in 1906. This did not set him up for a job in either government service or the academic world.
After some frustrating forays at school teaching he attempted to join the Levant Consular Service and entered Cambridge to study for two years. After a poor first year he pushed forward in the second and achieved First-Class honours. His reward was a posting to Constantinople at the British consulate.
However, Flecker’s poetry career was making better progress and he was beginning to garner praise for his poems including The Bridge of Fire. Unfortunately, he was also showing the first symptoms of contracting tuberculosis. Bouts of ill health were to now alternate with periods of physical well-being woven with mental euphoria and creativity.
Before his early death he managed to complete several volumes of poetry, which he continually revised, together with some prose works and plays. It was a small canon of work but on his death on 3rd January 1915, of tuberculosis, in Davos, Switzerland he was described as unquestionably the greatest premature loss that English literature has suffered since the death of Keats
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Index of Contents
An Introduction by JC Squire
JUVENILIA
Four Translations and Adaptations from Catullus
Sirmio
Lucretia
Song in the Night
Glion—Noon
Glion—Evening
Last Love
Fragments of an Ode to Shelley
LATER POEMS
A New Year's Carol
From Grenoble
Narcissus
Inscription for Arthur Rackham's Rip Van Winkle
Envoy
Rioupéroux
Mignon
Tenebris Interlucentem
The First Sonnet of Bathrolaire
The Second Sonnet of Bathrolaire
The Ballad of Hampstead Heath
Litany to Satan
The Translator and the Children
Destroyer of Ships, Men, Cities
Oxford Canal
Hialmar Speaks to the Raven
The Ballad of the Student in the South
The Queen's Song
On Turner's Polyphemus
The Bridge of Fire
We That Were Friends
My Friend
Ideal
Mary Magdalen
I Rose from Dreamless Hours
Prayer
The Piper
The Masque of the Magi
To a Poet a Thousand Years Hence
Heliodora
Love, the Baby
Ballad of the Londoner
Resurrection
Dulce Lumen, Triste Numen, Suave Lumen Luminum
Joseph and Mary
The Lover of Jalalu'ddin
Donde Estan?
The Town without a Market
A Western Voyage
Invitation
War Song of the Saracens
The Ballad of Camden Town
Gravis Dulcis Immutabilis
Fountains
Dirge
The Parrot
Lord Arnaldos
A Miracle of Bethlehem
Felo-de-se
The Welsh Sea
In Memoriam
Opportunity
No Coward's Song
Pillage
The Ballad of Zacho
Pavlova in London
The Sentimentalist
Don Juan in Hell
The Ballad of Iskander
The Golden Journey to Samarkand
Gates of Damascus
Yasmin
Saadabad
The Hammam Name
In Phæacia,
Epithalamion
Hyali
Santorin
A Ship, an Isle, a Sickle Moon
Oak and Olive
Brumana
Areiya
Bryan of Brittany
Don Juan Declaims
The Painter's Mistress
In Hospital
Taoping
Virgil's Æneid: Book VI
The Dying Patriot
A Sacred Dialogue
The Old Ships
The Blue Noon
A Fragment
Narcissus
Stillness
The Pensive Prisoner
Hexameters
Philomel
From Jean Morèas' Stances
The Princess
Pannyra of the Golden Heel
The Gate of the Armies
November Eves
God Save the King
The Burial in England
The True Paradise
Ode to the Glory of Greece
The Old Warship Ablaze
An essay on James Elroy Flecker by JC Squire
James Elroy Flecker – A Short Biography
James Elroy Flecker – A Concise Bibliography
JUVENILIA
Four Translations and Adaptations from Catullus
I
For whom this pretty pamphlet, polished new
With pumice-stone? Cornelius, for you:
For you were never unprepared to deem
My simple verses worthy of esteem,
Though you yourself—who else in Rome so bold?—
In volumes three have laboured to unfold
A Universal History of Man
—
Dear Jove! A learned and laborious plan!
Wherefore to you, my friend, I dedicate
This so indifiFerent bookling; yet I pray,
Poor as it is—goddess of my fate.
Let it outlive the writer's transient day!
1900 at age 16
III
Cupids and loves, and men of gentler mien.
Mourn, for my lady's lovèd one is dead,
Her darling sparrow that to her hath been
Dearer than her own eyes: even as a maid
Loveth her mother, so had he been bred
To know his mistress. He was honeysweet
Nor ever truant from her bosom strayed.
But there would twitter from his soft retreat.
And now—he's flitting down the Shadow Way,
Ah, never to return! A curse on ye,
Black shades of death, that let no fair thing stay;
How fair a sparrow have ye snatched from me!
Poor birdie—all for thee the teardrops rise.
Till red with weeping are my Love's bright eyes.
1900
IV
Proud is Phaselus here, my friends, to tell
That once she was the swiftest craft afloat:
No vessel, were she winged with blade or sail,
Could ever pass my boat.
Phaselus shunned to shun grim Adria's shore,
Or Cyclades, or Rhodes the wide renowned,
Or Bosphorus, where Thracian waters roar.
Or Pontus' eddying sound.
It was in Pontus once, unwrought, she stood.
And conversed, sighing, with her sister trees,
Amastris born, or where Cytorus' wood
Answers the mountain breeze.
Pontic Amastris, boxwood-clad Cytorus!—
You, says Phaselus, are her closest kin:
Yours were the forests where she stood inglorious:
The waters yours wherein
She dipped her virgin blades; and from your strand
She bore her master through the cringing straits.
Nought caring were the wind on either hand.
Or whether kindly fates
Filled both the straining sheets. Never a prayer
For her was offered to the gods of haven,
Till last she left the sea, hither to fare.
And to be lightly laven
By the cool ripple of the clear lagoon.
This too is past; at length she is allowed
Long slumber through her life's long afternoon.
To Castor and the twin of Castor vowed.
1901
X
When lounging idle mid forensic whirl,
Friend Varus took me off to see his girl.
The naughty wench, I very soon was shewn,
Had got some wit and beauty of her own.
Arriving, we began a busy chat
On politics, and weather, this and that—
Then on my province's internal state,
And Had I found the profit adequate?
I answered truthfully, "There's nothing there
For common soldier or for officer
Wherewith to purchase grease for home-bound hair."
You found at least
—said she—"one always can:
Some aboriginals for your sedan?"
Said I in answer, posing for her eyes
In prosperous and fashionable guise,
"Oh, really, I was not so penniless
That any mere provincial distress
Should render me incompetent to get
Eight smartish bearers for the voiturette."
(In truth there was no slave in all the earth
Whom I could then have summoned to my hearth
To shoulder the debilitated leg
Of my old pallet.) Then, dear friend, I beg
—
Cries she most aptly for so bad a minx—
"I want to pay a visit to the Sphinx—
You'll lend them me just to the temple door,
My sweet Catullus? "
Oh, you may be sure
—
Said I—"I would—but what I mentioned now
As mine—I just forgot—what matter how ?—
My messmate Cinna, Gaius Cinna, he
Has commandeered them. Really, as for me,
What difference if you call them his or mine?
I use them just whenever I incline.
But you're a silly pestilential jade
To want a chance remark so nicely weighed."
1901
Sirmio
Little gem of all-but-islands and of islands, Sirmio,
Whether set in landlocked waters, or in Ocean's freer flow—
Oh the pleasant seeing of thee, bright as ever—there below—
Far behind me, to the Northward, lie the dreamy lands of snow.
Oh the hour of mad rejoicing, oh the sweet good-bye to woe
As with quiet soul aweary of world-wandering to and fro
In we hurry through the doorway of our home of long ago....
Hail then, hail! Thy master welcome, welcome him, sweet Sirmio,
Leap for joy, ye tumbling waters, winking at the summer's glow,
Gaily through the house resounding let the peals of laughter go-
1901-04
Lucretia
As one who in the cold abyss of night
Stares at a book whose grey print meaningless
Dances between the lamplight and his eyes,
Lucretius lay, soul-poisoned, conquering still
With towering travail Reason's Hellene heights.
Listen, Lucretia, to the voice of his pain:
Thrice welcome hour of Reason: ne'er of old
Knew I thy naked loveliness, till night.
The nether night of Folly pinioned forth.
Shrouded my senses, taught me terribly
That thou alone, my light and life and love,
Wearest the high insignia of the stars.
Grant then thy worshipper, austerest Queen,
Refreshing dews—Now, now, I thirst with flame:
They flee the strainings of my fevered hps
Cruelly, and in dank distance a new noise
Of rushing wings I hear. Who thunders nigh?
Devil delirium, chaos charioted.
Curb, curb, the coal-red chargers, heard not seen.
See, Madam Wife, that loveless lust of thine
Leaves no sweet savour lingering, but a curse:
And 'stead of Love and Reason, palace tenant,
There flits a weak and tremulous loathsomeness!
Suppliant fled Lucretia to the couch:
And all her glory trembled as she sang:
Awake, dead soul of dear Lucretius,
Awake, thy witless fond destroyer prays.
Awake, awake, and quit thy aimless journey
In old oblivion's purple-misted paths.
Dost thou remember, husband? It was evening:
We wandered shorewards, mid the ocean of air
That glassed the gliding Nereids of the Pole.
Immeasurable moonlight kissed the brow
Of the white sea whose ripples swayed to greet
Our heart's unnumbered laughter. Strongest sleep
So held the life of earth that dimly we heard
Time's fatal pulse through the dark reverberated.
Then died thy soul: that night I, murderess, dreamt,
Ah, dolorous dreams of limb-dissolving love.
Lucretius,
Why live I still, protracting hopeless pain?
"The chillness of the long Lethean stream
Is more to be commended for my sailings
Than love's hot eddies.
God, for the draught of death!
What sourer, sweeter vintage could be pressed?
To slumber shall I lull me, where no sorrow
Can pierce the drifted