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 Place (6 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
Roses (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
I ENTERED dutiful, God knows, The room in which I was to sit With dreary unbelieving books. It was surprising, I suppose, To find ...
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 ...
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 ...