Poet
C. S. Lewis
After Prayers, Lie Cold
Arise my body, my small body, we have striven
An Expostulation
Against too many writers of science fiction
As the Ruin Falls
All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.
Cliche Came Out of its Cage
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Evolutionary Hymn
Lead us, Evolution, lead us
On a Vulgar Error
No. It's an impudent falsehood. Men did not
On Being Human
Angelic minds, they say, by simple intelligence
Prelude to Space
An Epithaliamium
Re-adjustment
I thought there would be a grave beauty, a sunset splendour
Science-fiction Cradlesong
By and by Man will try
The Condemned
There is a wildness still in England that will not feed
The Country of the Blind
Hard light bathed them-a whole nation of eyeless men,
The Meteorite
Among the hills a meteorite
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