English poetry

Poets Х Biographies Х Poem Themes Х Random Poem Х
The Rating of Poets Х The Rating of Poems

Poem by James Weldon Johnson


Ghosts of the Old Year


THE snow has ceased its fluttering flight,
The wind sunk to a whisper light,
An ominous stillness fills the night,
   A pause--a hush.
At last, a sound that breaks the spell,
Loud, clanging mouthings of a bell,
That through the silence peal and swell,
   And roll, and rush.

What does this brazen tongue declare,
That falling on the midnight air
Brings to my heart a sense of care
   Akin to fright?
'Tis telling that the year is dead,
The New Year come, the Old Year fled,
Another leaf before me spread
   On which to write.

It tells the deeds that were not done,
It tells of races never run,
Of victories that were not won,
   Barriers unleaped.
It tells of many a squandered day,
Of slighted gems and treasured clay,
Of precious stores not laid away,
   Of fields unreaped.

And so the years go swiftly by,
Each, coming, brings ambitions high,
And each, departing, leaves a sigh
   Linked to the past.
Large resolutions, little deeds;
Thus, filled with aims unreached, life speeds
Until the blotted record reads,
   "Failure!" at last. 



James Weldon Johnson


James Weldon Johnson's other poems:
  1. The Young Warrior
  2. O Black and Unknown Bards
  3. The Black Mammy
  4. The Temptress
  5. УLazyФ


Poem to print To Print Poem

867 Views



The Last Poems


To Russian version


–ейтинг@Mail.ru

English Poetry. E-mail eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru