Mark Twain Poems (13 Poems)


    The Aged Pilot Man (Mark Twain Poems)

    On the Erie Canal, it was,All on a summer’s day,I sailed forth with my parentsFar away to Albany. From out the clouds at noon that dayThere came a dreadful storm,That piled the billows high about,And filled us with alarm. A … Continue reading



    A Sweltering Day In Australia (Mark Twain Poems)

    The Bombola faints in the hot Bowral tree,Where fierce Mullengudgery’s smothering firesFar from the breezes of CoolgardieBurn ghastly and blue as the day expires; And Murriwillumba complaineth in songFor the garlanded bowers of Woolloomooloo,And the Ballarat Fly and the lone … Continue reading



    Genius (Mark Twain Poems)

    Genius, like gold and precious stones,is chiefly prized because of its rarity. Geniuses are people who dash off weird, wild,incomprehensible poems with astonishing facility,and get booming drunk and sleep in the gutter. Genius elevates its possessor to ineffable spheresfar above … Continue reading



    O Lord, Our Father (Mark Twain Poems)

    O Lord, our father,Our young patriots, idols of our hearts,Go forth to battle – be Thou near them!With them, in spirit, we also go forthFrom the sweet peace of our beloved firesides To smite the foe. O Lord, our God,Help … Continue reading



    Ode To Stephen Bowling Bots (Mark Twain Poems)

    And did young Stephen sicken,    And did young Stephen die?And did the sad hearts thicken,    And did the mourners cry? No; such was not the fate of    Young Stephen Dowling Bots;Though sad hearts round him thickened,    ’Twas not from sickness’ shots. No whooping-cough did … Continue reading



    Those Annual Bills (Mark Twain Poems)

    These annual bills! these annual bills!How many a song their discord trillsOf “truck” consumed, enjoyed, forgot,Since I was skinned by last year’s lot! Those joyous beans are passed away;Those onions blithe, O where are they?Once loved, lost, mourned—now vexing ILLSYour … Continue reading



    To Jennie (Mark Twain Poems)

    Good-bye! a kind good-bye,I bid you now, my friend,And though ’tis sad to speak the word,To destiny I bend And though it be decreed by FateThat we ne’er meet again,Your image, graven on my heart,Forever shall remain. Aye, in my … Continue reading



    A Sweltering Day In Australia (Mark Twain Poems)

    The Bombola faints in the hot Bowral tree, Where fierce Mullengudgery’s smothering fires Far from the breezes of Coolgardie Burn ghastly and blue as the day expires; And Murriwillumba complaineth in song For the garlanded bowers of Woolloomooloo, And the … Continue reading



    Genius (Mark Twain Poems)

    Genius, like gold and precious stones, is chiefly prized because of its rarity. Geniuses are people who dash of weird, wild, incomprehensible poems with astonishing facility, and get booming drunk and sleep in the gutter. Genius elevates its possessor to … Continue reading



    Ode to Stephen Bowling Dots, Dec’d (Mark Twain Poems)

    And did young Stephen sicken, And did young Stephen die? And did the sad hearts thicken, And did the mourners cry? No; such was not the fate of Young Stephen Dowling Bots; Though sad hearts round him thickened, ‘Twas not … Continue reading




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