Gamaliel Bradford

(9 October 1863 - 11 April 1932 / Boston, Massachusetts)

Gamaliel Bradford Poems

41. Why? 4/4/2012
42. Winds Of Wrath 4/4/2012
Best Poem of Gamaliel Bradford


Others make verses of grace.
Mine are all muscle and sinew.
Others can picture your face.
But I all the tumult within you.

Others can give you delight,
And delight I confess is worth giving.
But my songs must tickle and bite
And burn with the ardor of living

Read the full of Ardor


Down come the leaves,
Like fleeting years,
Or idle tears
Of love that grieves.

A tinkling trill,
A pallid flight
Like brief delight --
And all is still.

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