Archibald MacLeish
Ars Poetica by Archibald MacLeish

Ars Poetica by Archibald MacLeish

A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit Dumb As old medallions to the thumb Silent as the sleeve-worn stone Of casement ledges where the moss has grown - ...

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You, Andrew Marvell by Archibald MacLeish

You, Andrew Marvell by Archibald MacLeish

And here face down beneath the sunAnd here upon earth's noonward heightTo feel the always coming onThe always rising of the night:To feel creep up the curving eastThe earthy chill ...

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Autumn by Archibald MacLeish

Autumn by Archibald MacLeish

Sun smudge on the smoky water

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L’An Trentiesme De Mon Eage by Archibald MacLeish

L’An Trentiesme De Mon Eage by Archibald MacLeish

And I have come upon this placeBy lost ways, by a nod, by words,By faces, by an old man's faceAt Morlaix lifted to the birds,By hands upon the tableclothAt Aldebori's, by the ...

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An Eternity by Archibald MacLeish

An Eternity by Archibald MacLeish

There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the grass.Days I remember of Now in my heart, are now; Days that I dream will bloom ...

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Liberty by Archibald MacLeish

Liberty by Archibald MacLeish

When liberty is headlong girl And runs her roads and wends her ways Liberty will shriek and whirl Her showery torch to see it blaze. When liberty is wedded wife And keeps the barn ...

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Dr. Sigmund Freud Discovers The Sea Shell by Archibald MacLeish

Dr. Sigmund Freud Discovers The Sea Shell by Archibald MacLeish

Science, that simple saint, cannot be botheredFiguring what anything is for:Enough for her devotions that things areAnd can be contemplated soon as gathered.She knows how every ...

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Unfinished History by Archibald MacLeish

Unfinished History by Archibald MacLeish

WE HAVE loved each other in this time twenty yearsAnd with such love as few men have in them even forOne or for the marriage month or the hearing ofThree nights' carts in the ...

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Immortal Autumn by Archibald MacLeish

Immortal Autumn by Archibald MacLeish

I speak this poem now with grave and level voice In praise of autumn, of the far-horn-winding fall. I praise the flower-barren fields, the clouds, the tall Unanswering branches ...

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The Silent Slain by Archibald MacLeish

The Silent Slain by Archibald MacLeish

We too, we too, descending once againThe hills of our own land, we too have heardFar off -- Ah, que ce cor a longue haleine --The horn of Roland in the passages of Spain,the ...

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Broken Promise by Archibald MacLeish

Broken Promise by Archibald MacLeish

THAT was by the doorLeafy evening in the apple treesAnd you would not forget this anymoreAnd even if you died there would be theseTouchings rememberedand you would returnFrom any ...

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Not Marble Nor The Gilded Monuments by Archibald MacLeish

Not Marble Nor The Gilded Monuments by Archibald MacLeish

THE praisers of women in their proud and beautiful poemsNaming the grave mouth and the hair and the eyesBoasted those they loved should be forever rememberedThese were liesThe ...

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Invocation To The Social Muse by Archibald MacLeish

Invocation To The Social Muse by Archibald MacLeish

Senora, it is true the Greeks are dead. It is true also that we here are Americans: That we use the machines: that a sight of the god is unusual: That more people have more ...

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The Too-Late Born by Archibald MacLeish

The Too-Late Born by Archibald MacLeish

We too, we too, descending once againThe hills of our own land, we too have heardFar off --- Ah, que ce cor a longue haleine ---The horn of Roland in the passages of Spain,The ...

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Hypocrite Auteur by Archibald MacLeish

Hypocrite Auteur by Archibald MacLeish

mon semblable, mon frere(1) Our epoch takes a voluptuous satisfaction In that perspective of the action Which pictures us inhabiting the end Of everything with death for only ...

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Two Poems From The War by Archibald MacLeish

Two Poems From The War by Archibald MacLeish

Oh, not the loss of the accomplished thing! Not dumb farewells, nor long relinquishment Of beauty had, and golden summer spent, And savage glory of the fluttering Torn banners of ...

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The Snowflake Which Is Now And Hence Forever by Archibald MacLeish

The Snowflake Which Is Now And Hence Forever by Archibald MacLeish

Will it last? he says.Is it a masterpiece?Will generation after generationTurn with reverence to the page?Birdseye scholar of the frozen fish,What would he make of the sole, ...

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Poem In Prose by Archibald MacLeish

Poem In Prose by Archibald MacLeish

This poem is for my wife.I have made it plainly and honestly:The mark is on itLike the burl on the knife.I have not made it for praise.She has no more need for praiseThan summer ...

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The Young Dead Soldiers Do Not Speak by Archibald MacLeish

The Young Dead Soldiers Do Not Speak by Archibald MacLeish

The young dead soldiers do not speak. Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses: who has not heard them? They have a silence that speaks for them at night and when the ...

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The End Of The World by Archibald MacLeish

The End Of The World by Archibald MacLeish

Quite unexpectedly, as VasserotThe armless ambidextrian was lightingA match between his great and second toe,And Ralph the lion was engaged in bitingThe neck of Madame Sossman ...

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The Old Men In The Leaf Smoke by Archibald MacLeish

The Old Men In The Leaf Smoke by Archibald MacLeish

The old men rake the yards for winterBurning the autumn-fallen leaves.They have no lives, the one or the other.The leaves are dead, the old men liveOnly a little, light as a ...

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Baccalaureate by Archibald MacLeish

Baccalaureate by Archibald MacLeish

A year or two, and grey Euripides, And Horace and a Lydia or so, And Euclid and the brush of Angelo, Darwin on man, Vergilius on bees, The nose and Dialogues of Socrates, Don ...

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Hurricane by Archibald MacLeish

Hurricane by Archibald MacLeish

Sleep at noon. Window blind rattle and bang. Pay no mind. Door go jump like somebody coming: let him come. Tin roof drumming: drum away — she's drummed before. Blinds blow loose: ...

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A Poet Speaks from the Visitors’ Gallery by Archibald MacLeish

A Poet Speaks from the Visitors’ Gallery by Archibald MacLeish

Have Gentlemen perhaps forgotten this?- We write the histories.Do Gentlemen who snigger at the poets,Who speak the word professor with guffaws- Do Gentlemen expect their fame to ...

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De Votre Bonheur Il Ne Reste Que Vos Photos Sipsce… by Archibald MacLeish

De Votre Bonheur Il Ne Reste Que Vos Photos Sipsce… by Archibald MacLeish

And the rain sinceAnd I have not heardLeaf at the pane all winterNor a bird's wing beating as that wasI have not seenAll year your leaning face againSince I have never wakened but ...

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Voyage by Archibald MacLeish

Voyage by Archibald MacLeish

for Ernest HemingwayHEAP we these coppered hullsWith headed poppiesAnd garlic longed-for by the eager deadKeep we with sun-caught sailsThe westward oceanRaise we that island on ...

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Seafarer by Archibald MacLeish

Seafarer by Archibald MacLeish

And learn O voyager to walkThe roll of earth, the pitch and fallThat swings across these trees those stars:That swings the sunlight up the wall.And learn upon these narrow bedsTo ...

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The Rock In The Sea by Archibald MacLeish

The Rock In The Sea by Archibald MacLeish

Think of our blindness where the water burned! Are we so certain that those wings, returned And turning, we had half discerned Before our dazzled eyes had surely seen The bird ...

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Way-Station by Archibald MacLeish

Way-Station by Archibald MacLeish

The incoherent rushing of the train Dulls like a drugged pain Numbs To an ether throbbing of inaudible drums Unfolds Hush within hush until the night withholds Only its darkness. ...

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The Night Dream by Archibald MacLeish

The Night Dream by Archibald MacLeish

To R. L.NEITHER her voice, her name,Eyes, quietness neither,That moved through the light, that cameCold stalk in her teethBitten of some blue flowerKnew I before nor saw.This was ...

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Lines For A Prologue by Archibald MacLeish

Lines For A Prologue by Archibald MacLeish

These alternate nights and days, these seasons Somehow fail to convince me. It seems I have the sense of infinity! (In your dreams, O crew of Columbus, O listeners over the sea ...

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Before March by Archibald MacLeish

Before March by Archibald MacLeish

THE gull's image and the gullMeet upon the waterAll day I have thought of herThere is nothing left of that year(There is sere-grassSalt colored)We have annulled it withSaltWe have ...

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Nocturne by Archibald MacLeish

Nocturne by Archibald MacLeish

The earth, still heavy and warm with afternoon,Dazed by the moon:The earth, tormented with the moon’s light,Wandering in the night:La, La, The moon is a lovely thing to see—The ...

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Definition Of The Frontiers by Archibald MacLeish

Definition Of The Frontiers by Archibald MacLeish

First there is the wind but not like the familiar wind but long and without lapses or falling away or surges of air as is usual but rather like the persistent pressure of a river ...

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The Sheep In The Ruins by Archibald MacLeish

The Sheep In The Ruins by Archibald MacLeish

for Learned and Augustus HandYou, my friends, and you strangers, all of you, Stand with me a little by the walls Or where the walls once were. The bridge was here, the city ...

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Ancestral by Archibald MacLeish

Ancestral by Archibald MacLeish

The star dissolved in evening—the one star The silently and night O soon now, soon And still the light now and still now the large Relinquishing and through the pools of blue ...

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Imagery by Archibald MacLeish

Imagery by Archibald MacLeish

The tremulously mirrored clouds lie deep,Enchanted towers bosomed in the stream,And blossomed coronals of white-thorn gleamWithin the water where the willows sleep—Still-imaged ...

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