A Little Memory

Aldous Leonard Huxley 1894 (Aldous Leonard Huxley Godalming, Surrey) – 1963 (Los Angeles County, California)



White in the moonlight,
Wet with dew,
We have known the languor
Of being two.
  
We have been weary
As children are,
When over them, radiant,
A stooping star,
  
Bends their Good-Night,
Kissed and smiled:--
Each was mother,
Each was child.
  
Child, from your forehead
I kissed the hair,
Gently, ah, gently:
And you were
  
Mistress and mother
When on your breast
I lay so safely
And could rest.
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Closest metre Iambic dimeter
Characters 376
Words 74
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

Aldous Leonard Huxley

Aldous Leonard Huxley (26 July 1894 – 22 November 1963) was an English writer and philosopher. He wrote nearly fifty books—both novels and non-fiction works—as well as wide-ranging essays, narratives, and poems. Born into the prominent Huxley family, he graduated from Balliol College, Oxford with an undergraduate degree in English literature. Early in his career, he published short stories and poetry and edited the literary magazine Oxford Poetry, before going on to publish travel writing, satire, and screenplays. He spent the latter part of his life in the United States, living in Los Angeles from 1937 until his death. By the end of his life, Huxley was widely acknowledged as one of the foremost intellectuals of his time. He was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature seven times and was elected Companion of Literature by the Royal Society of Literature in 1962. Huxley was a pacifist. He grew interested in philosophical mysticism and universalism, addressing these subjects with works such as The Perennial Philosophy (1945)—which illustrates commonalities between Western and Eastern mysticism—and The Doors of Perception (1954)—which interprets his own psychedelic experience with mescaline. In his most famous novel Brave New World (1932) and his final novel Island (1962), he presented his vision of dystopia and utopia, respectively.  more…

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