Cecil Day Lewis
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Cecil Day Lewis, CBE (27 April 1904 – 22 May 1972) was an Irish poet, the British Poet Laureate between 1968 to 1972, and, under the pseudonym of Nicholas Blake, a mystery writer. He was the father of the actor Daniel Day-Lewis and the TYV star Tamasin Day-Lewis.
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[edit] Sourced: as Cecil Day Lewis
[edit] Poem: Birthday Poem for Thomas Hardy
- Is it birthday weather for you, dear soul?
Is it fine your way
- It's hard to believe a spirit could die
Of such generous glow
[edit] Poem: The Christmas Tree
- Put out the lights now!
Look at the Tree, the rough tree dazzled
In oriole plumes of flame,
Tinselled with twinkling frost fire, tasselled
With stars and moons
- So feast your eyes now
On mimic star and moon-cold bauble:
Worlds may wither unseen,
But the Christmas Tree is a tree of fable,
A phoenix in evergreen
[edit] Poem: Is it far to go?
- Who will say farewell?
The beating bell.
Will anyone miss me?
That I dare not tell -
Quick, Rose, and kiss me.
[edit] Poem: Tempt Me No More
- Tempt me no more, for I
Have known the lightning's hour,
The poet's inward pride,
The certainty of power.
[edit] Poem: Walking Away
- I have had worse partings, but none that so
Gnaws at my mind still.
[edit] Poem: Where are the War Poets?
- They who in folly or mere greed
Enslaved religion, markets, laws,
Borrow our language now and bid
Us to speak up in freedom's cause.
- It is the logic of our times,
No subject for immortal verse—
That we who lived by honest dreams
Defend the bad against the worse.
[edit] Sourced: as Nicholas Blake
[edit] Novel: Thou Shell of Death (1936)
- Nigel's six feet sprawled all over the place; his gestures were nervous and little uncouth; a lock of sandy coloured hair dropping over his forehead, and the deceptive naïveté of his face in repose gave him a resemblance to an overgrown prep. schoolboy. His eyes were the same blue as his uncle's, but shortsighted and noncommittal. Yet there was an underlying similarity between the two. A latent, sardonic humor in their conversation, a friendliness and simple generosity in their smiles, and that impression of energy in reserve which is always given by those who possess an abundance of life directed towards consciously-realised aims.
