Grace (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
WHO is it beams the merriest At killing a man, the laughing one? You are the one I nominate, God of the rivers ...
John Crowe Ransom Poems on Death & Dying (6 Poems)
Eclogue (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
JANE SNEED BEGAN IT: My poor John, alas,Ten years ago, pretty it was in a ringTo run as boys and ...
April (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
SAVOR of love is thick on the April air, The blunted boughs dispose their lacy bloom, And many sorry steeds dismissed to ...
Janet Waking (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
Beautifully Janet sleptTill it was deeply morning. She woke thenAnd thought about her dainty-feathered hen,To see how it had kept.One ...
Dead Boy (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
The little cousin is dead, by foul subtraction, A green bough from Virginia's aged tree, And none of the county ...
The Equilibrists (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
Full of her long white arms and milky skin He had a thousand times remembered sin. Alone in the press ...