Noonday Grace (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
MY good old father tucked his head, (His face the color of gingerbread) Over the table my mother had spread, And folded his ...
John Crowe Ransom Poems on Hope (3 Poems)
Wrestling (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
AT last came threshing-time, the manly season. We kept the thresher thundering by daylight, And rested all the sweeter after dark, Telling of ...
The Resurrection (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
LONG, long before men die I sometimes read Their stoic backs as plain as graveyard stones, An epitaph of poor dead men ...