Poems by Francis Jammes

AND the Church bells rang merrily, for they
Rang o'er the farmer's daughter's wedding-day.
The...

DO not console me. I should not have heard.
If dreams, which were the only wealth I wist,
Lea...

A small house with a dog in front..
O my love! Tonight, this rose is wet.
In the big park, by...

LAST night the cricket sang when all was still.
I cannot tell you what he sang about.
His singi...

By the yawning door, thick and studded and painted in green,
I saw a square of light which fe...