Arthur Guiterman

(1871-1943 / United States)

Arthur Guiterman Poems

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

Old Time was young, men's hearts were all untried
By Grief and Sin, when round this whirling ball
Pure Truth and Falsehood journeyed side by side
In free companionship. At evenfall
Of that long day which closed the Age of Gold
They came to Pleasure's lake, and both were glad
To cast their robes and seek those waters cold.
But Falsehood, first emerging, lightly clad
Her limbs in Truth's white garments, fresh and fair,

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