Talk:Humbert Wolfe

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Can anyone help with adding some quotations from his work?[edit]

It would be good to have some quotations from his work. I confess sadly that I am no great reader of poetry, but I have shakey memories of a small handful of poems that do warm my heart now and then, and some lines from Humbert Wolfe's "The Uncelestial City" are among them. I'll put down what I think I recall here, though I cannot trust my memory perfectly.
Here are a couple of lines about a skylark singing at dawn. His lines bring back to mind the exquisite joy of seeing a skylark hovering incredibly high up in a blue sky, and listening enthralled as it sends down a long, long shower of golden notes:

"... flinging the seed of song in the furrows of grey light
Till the east is gold with the bright sheaves of singing."

And, again about a skylark:

"In the deep blue of heaven, mark!
A cloud no bigger than a lark.
And hark, against the window pane
His music vertical as rain."
UBJ 43X (talk) 14:31, 10 January 2012 (UTC)[reply]