Archibald MacLeish

(7 May 1892 – 20 April 1982 / Glencoe, Illinois)

Archibald MacLeish Poems

1. A Poet Speaks from the Visitors' Gallery -new- 6/22/2015
2. Seafarer 2/7/2014
3. Way-Station 4/7/2010
4. Voyage 4/7/2010
5. The Sheep In The Ruins 4/7/2010
6. Ancestral 4/7/2010
7. L'An Trentiesme De Mon Eage 4/7/2010
8. Nocturne 4/7/2010
9. The Night Dream 4/7/2010
10. Lines For A Prologue 4/7/2010
11. The Silent Slain 4/7/2010
12. The Rock In The Sea 4/7/2010
13. Definition Of The Frontiers 4/7/2010
14. Before March 4/7/2010
15. Unfinished History 4/7/2010
16. Liberty 4/7/2010
17. De Votre Bonheur Il Ne Reste Que Vos Photos Sipsce… 4/7/2010
18. Immortal Autumn 4/7/2010
19. The Old Men In The Leaf Smoke 4/7/2010
20. Hypocrite Auteur 4/7/2010
21. Invocation To The Social Muse 4/7/2010
22. Broken Promise 4/7/2010
23. Autumn 4/7/2010
24. Not Marble Nor The Gilded Monuments 4/7/2010
25. The Young Dead Soldiers Do Not Speak 4/7/2010
26. The Too-Late Born 1/3/2003
27. Poem In Prose 1/3/2003
28. The Snowflake Which Is Now And Hence Forever 1/3/2003
29. Two Poems From The War 1/3/2003
30. Dr. Sigmund Freud Discovers The Sea Shell 1/3/2003
31. You, Andrew Marvell 1/3/2003
32. Baccalaureate 1/3/2003
33. An Eternity 1/3/2003
34. The End Of The World 1/3/2003
35. Ars Poetica 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Archibald MacLeish

Ars Poetica

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 -

A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs

Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,

Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind -

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs

A poem should be equal to:
Not true

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You, Andrew Marvell

And here face down beneath the sun
And here upon earth's noonward height
To feel the always coming on
The always rising of the night:

To feel creep up the curving east
The earthy chill of dusk and slow
Upon those under lands the vast
And ever climbing shadow grow

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