Herman Melville

(1 August 1819 – 28 September 1891 / New York City, New York)

Herman Melville Poems

81. The Night March 4/19/2010
82. The Portent 1/3/2003
83. The Ravaged Villa 4/19/2010
84. The Released Rebel Prisoner 4/19/2010
85. The Scout Toward Aldie 4/19/2010
86. The Stone Fleet 4/19/2010
87. The Swamp Angel 4/19/2010
88. The Temeraire 4/19/2010
89. The Tuft Of Kelp 4/19/2010
90. The Victor Of Antietam 4/19/2010
91. To Ned 4/19/2010
92. To The Master Of The _Meteor_ 4/19/2010
93. Tom Deadlight 4/19/2010
94. We Fish 4/19/2010
Best Poem of Herman Melville


In placid hours well-pleased we dream
Of many a brave unbodied scheme.
But form to lend, pulsed life create,
What unlike things must meet and mate:
A flame to melt--a wind to freeze;
Sad patience--joyous energies;
Humility--yet pride and scorn;
Instinct and study; love and hate;
Audacity--reverence. These must mate,
And fuse with Jacob's mystic heart,
To wrestle with the angel--Art.

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The Berg (A Dream)

I saw a ship of material build
(Her standards set, her brave apparel on)
Directed as by madness mere
Against a solid iceberg steer,
Nor budge it, though the infactuate ship went down.
The impact made huge ice-cubes fall
Sullen in tons that crashed the deck;
But that one avalanche was all--
No other movement save the foundering wreck.

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