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
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Ardor

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

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Rousseau

That odd, fantastic ass, Rousseau,
Declared himself unique.
How men persist in doing so,
Puzzles me more than Greek.

The sins that tarnish whore and thief
Beset me every day.
My most ethereal belief
Inhabits common clay.

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