C. S. Lewis aspired to write great poetry. And though he was not known for his poetry, his long time friend and editor, Walter Hooper, compiled a book of verse – some gathered from loose papers and flyleaves of books. It speaks to his humility that Lewis, though he had a photographic memory for all he read, wouldn’t remember his own poetry when Hooper quoted it to him!
Speaking of humility, here is Lewis’ poem called The Apologist’s Evening Prayer:
From all my lame defeats and oh! much more
From all the victories that I seemed to score;
From cleverness shot forth on Thy behalf
At which, while angels weep, the audience laugh;
From all my proofs of Thy divinity,
Thou, who wouldst give no sign, deliver me.
Thoughts are but coins. Let me not trust, instead
of Thee, their thin-worn image of Thy head.
From all my thoughts, even from my thoughts of Thee,
O thou fair Silence, fall, and set me free.
Lord of the narrow gate and needle’s eye,
Take from me all my trumpery lest I die.