Talk:Humbert Wolfe

	Biography portal This article is within the scope of WikiProject Biography, a collaborative effort to create, develop and organize Wikipedia's articles about people. All interested editors are invited to join the project and contribute to the discussion. For instructions on how to use this banner, please refer to the documentation.BiographyWikipedia:WikiProject BiographyTemplate:WikiProject Biographybiography articles
	This article is supported by the arts and entertainment work group.

Poetry

	Poetry portal This article is within the scope of WikiProject Poetry, a collaborative effort to improve the coverage of poetry on Wikipedia. If you would like to participate, please visit the project page, where you can join the discussion and see a list of open tasks.PoetryWikipedia:WikiProject PoetryTemplate:WikiProject PoetryPoetry articles
???	This article has not yet received a rating on the project's importance scale.

Politics of the United Kingdom

	This article is within the scope of WikiProject Politics of the United Kingdom, a collaborative effort to improve the coverage of Politics of the United Kingdom on Wikipedia. If you would like to participate, please visit the project page, where you can join the discussion and see a list of open tasks.Politics of the United KingdomWikipedia:WikiProject Politics of the United KingdomTemplate:WikiProject Politics of the United KingdomPolitics of the United Kingdom articles
???	This article has not yet received a rating on the project's importance scale.

Can anyone help with adding some quotations from his work?

Latest comment: 12 years ago1 comment1 person in discussion

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

Add topic