Arthur Guiterman

(1871-1943 / United States)

Arthur Guiterman Poems

1. Our Suburb 4/13/2010
2. Radiolatry 4/13/2010
3. Homeward Bound 3/19/2015
4. A Valentine 5/9/2015
5. The Ambiguous Dog 5/27/2015
6. The Mother 6/2/2015
7. The Superstitious Ghost 6/4/2015
8. How the Birds Came 7/2/2015
9. The Wings of the Mountains 7/27/2015
10. The Phlebotomous Flea 4/13/2010
11. Rags And Robes 4/13/2010
12. The Traveler 4/13/2010
13. A Boy and a Pup 5/27/2015
14. Youth and Age 5/15/2015
15. The First Cat 5/23/2015
16. Truth and Falsehood 5/8/2015
17. Falsehood and Sin 8/10/2015
18. The Bee 7/22/2015
19. Going To Dover 4/13/2010
20. The Passionate Suburbanite To His Love 4/13/2010
21. Sea Sickness 4/13/2010
22. Ragnarok {the Twilight Of The Gods} 4/13/2010
23. My Hills Of Dreams 4/13/2010
24. Nocturne 4/13/2010
25. Kindness To Insects 4/13/2010
26. Pithecanthropus Erectus 4/13/2010
27. Pershing At The Front 4/13/2010
28. Heritage 4/13/2010
29. The Legend Of The First Cam-U-El: An Arabian Apologue 4/13/2010
30. The Idol-Maker Prays 1/4/2003
31. Hills 4/13/2010
32. Safety First 4/13/2010
33. What One Approves, Another Scorns 4/13/2010
34. The Dream Of Chuang Tzu 12/13/2014
35. The Great Tyrannosaurus 4/13/2010
36. This is She 8/8/2015
37. On The Vanity Of Earthly Greatness 4/13/2010
38. In The Hospital 1/4/2003
39. Fate, The Jester 3/2/2015
40. The Chip On The Shoulder 4/13/2010
Best Poem of Arthur Guiterman

Strictly Germ-Proof

The Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup
Were playing in the garden when the Bunny gamboled up;
They looked upon the Creature with a loathing undisguised;—
It wasn't Disinfected and it wasn't Sterilized.

They said it was a Microbe and a Hotbed of Disease;
They steamed it in a vapor of a thousand-odd degrees;
They froze it in a freezer that was cold as Banished Hope
And washed it in permanganate with carbolated soap.

In sulphurated hydrogen they steeped its wiggly ears;
They trimmed its frisky whiskers with a pair of hard-boiled shears;
They ...

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Heritage

This is the land that we love; here our fathers found refuge,
Here are the grooves of their plows and the mounds of their graves;
These are the hills that they knew and the forests and water,
Glorious rivers and seas of rejuvenant waves.

This is our heritage, this that our fathers bequeathed us,
Ours in our time, but in trust for the ages to be;
Wasting or husbanding, building, destroying, or shielding,
Faithful or faithless — possessors and stewards are we.

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