Hannibal Hamlin Garland (September 14, 1860 – March 4, 1940) was an American novelist, poet, essayist, and short story writer. He is best known for his fiction involving hard-working Midwestern farmers.
Born in West Salem, Wisconsin, he lived on various Midwestern farms throughout his young life, but settled in Boston, Massachusetts, in 1884 to pursue a career in writing. His first ... more »
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Hamlin Garland Poems
Do You Fear The Wind
Do you fear the force of the wind, The slash of the rain? Go face them and fight them, Be savage again.
The Greeting Of The Roses
WE had been long in mountain snow, In valleys bleak, and broad, and bare, Where only moss and willows grow,
Somewhere, in deeps Of tangled, ripening wheat, A little prairie-chicken cries-
A COLD coiled line of mottled lead, He lies where grazing cattle tread, And lifts a fanged and spiteful head.
On The Mississippi
Through wild and tangled forests The broad, unhasting river flows- Spotted with rain-drops, gray with night; Upon its curving breast there goes
The Meadow Lark
A BRAVE little bird that fears not God, A voice that breaks from the snow-wet clod With prophecy of sunny sod,
From the great trees the locusts cry In quavering ecstatic duo-a boy Shouts a wild call-a mourning dove In the blue distance sobs-the wind
And all night long we lie in sleep, Too sweet to sigh in, or to dream, Unnoting how the wild winds sweep,
The Herald Crane
Oh! say you so, bold sailor In the sun-lit deeps of sky! Dost thou so soon the seed-time tell
The Gift Of Water
“IS water nigh?” The plainsmen cry, As they meet and pass in the desert grass. With finger tip
The Toil Of The Trail
What have I gained by the toil of the trail? I know and know well. I have found once again the lore I had lost In the loud city's hell.
To A Caotive Crane
Ho, brother! Art thou prisoned too? Is thy heart hot with restless pain? I heard the call thy bugle blew
THEY rise to mastery of wind and snow; They go like soldiers grimly into strife To colonize the plain. They plough and sow,
I SAW these dreamers of dreams go by, I trod in their footsteps a space; Each marched with his eyes on the sky,
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''There is no gilding of setting sun or glamor of poetry to light up the ferocious and endless toil of the farmers' wives.''Hamlin Garland (1860-1940), U.S. author. "Melons and Early Frost," Boy Life on the Prairie (1899).
Comments about Hamlin Garland
Do You Fear The Wind
Do you fear the force of the wind,
The slash of the rain?
Go face them and fight them,
Be savage again.
Go hungry and cold like the wolf,
Go wade like the crane:
The palms of your hands will thicken,
The skin of your cheek will tan,
You'll grow ragged and weary and swarthy,
But you'll walk like a man!