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 Man (21 Poems)
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 ...
A Christmas Colloquy (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
THE country farmer has his joys Of little city girls and boys When brother Thomas brings his brood Of motherless brats in Christmas ...
Geometry (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
My window looks upon a wood That stands as tangled as it stood When God was centuries too young To care how right ...
Sickness (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
THE toughest carcass in the town Fell sick at last and took to bed, And on that bed God waited him With cool, ...
The School (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
I WAS not drowsy though the scholars droned. Hearing the music that they made of Greek, Whenever Helen's unforgotten face Sent other young ...
Overtures (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
My dear and I, we disagreed When we had been much time together. For when will lovers learn to sail From sailing always ...
The Bachelor (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
THE wind went cold as the day went old, And I went very sad, Till I saw something by the road That brought ...
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 ...
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 ...
Judith Of Bethulia (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
Beautiful as the flying legend of some leopardShe had not chosen yet her captain, nor PrinceDepositary to her flesh, and ...
Darkness (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
WHEN hurrying home on a rainy night And hearing tree-tops rubbed and tossed, And seeing never a friendly star And feeling your way ...
The Christian (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
I HEARD a story of a sailing man. He was a surly sort of mariner, He used to swear at all the ...
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 ...
Two In August (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
Two that could not have lived their single livesAs can some husbands and wivesDid something strange: they tensed their vocal ...
April Treason (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
So he took her as anointedIn the part he had appointed,She was lips for smiling faintly,Eyes to look and level ...
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 ...
Men (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
"How many goodly creatures are there here!" Miranda doted on the sight of seamen, The very casual adventurers Who took a flood as ...
Conrad in Twilight (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
Conrad, Conrad, aren't you old To sit so late in your mouldy garden? And I think Conrad knows it well, ...
Necrological (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
The friar had said his paternosters duly And scourged his limbs, and afterwards would have slept; But with much riddling ...
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 ...