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 (54 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 ...
Sunset (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
I KNOW you are not cruel, And you would not willingly hurt anything in the world. There is kindness in your eyes, There ...
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 Swimmer (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
IN dog-days plowmen quit their toil, And frog-ponds in the meadow boil, And grasses on the upland broil, And all the coiling things ...
Prayer (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
SHE would not keep at home, the foolish woman, She would not mind her precious girls and boys, She had to go, ...
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 ...
Friendship (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
I VIEWED him well, the visible fat fool, And yet I took him in; for I contended, Friends are not sent in ...
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 ...
The Cloak Model (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
"My son," the stranger thus began, And drew me to the window side, "Now here are beauties better than You ever have dreamed, ...
The Power Of God (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
IF the power of God were mine, and the ample turn, I never could dwell in my law, which is 'stablished ...
The Lover (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
I SAT in a friendly company And wagged my wicked tongue so well, My friends were listening close to hear The wickedest tales ...
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 ...
Under The Locusts (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
WHAT do the old men say, Sitting out of the sun? Many strange and common things, And so would any one. Locust trees are ...
The Ingrate (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
BY night we looked across my field, The tasseled corn was fine to see, The moon was yellow on the rows And seemed ...
By The Riverside (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
A GREAT green spread of meadow land, (Must rest his weight on an ample base), A secret water moving on, A clean blue ...
Dumb-Bells (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
DUMB-BELLS left, dumb-bells right, Swing them hard, grip them tight! Thirty fat men of the town Must sweat their filthy paunches down. Dripping sweat ...
Worship (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
I KNOW a quite religious man Who utters praises when he can. Now I find God in bard and book, In school 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 ...
One Who Rejects Christ (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
THERE'S farmers and there's farmers, There's many a field and field, But none of the farmers round about Can haul such harvest-wagons out As ...
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 ...
Street Light (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
THE shine of many city streets Confuses any countryman; It flickers here and flashes there, It goes as soon as it began, It beckons ...
Vaunting Oak (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
He is a tower unleaning. But how he'll breakIf Heaven assault him with full wind and sleet,And what uproar tall ...
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 ...