Alfred Kreymborg Poems
- Idealists Brother Tree: Why do you reach and reach? Do ...
- Old Manuscript The sky Is that beautiful old parchment In...
- Advertisement WE want a man of forty for the job. One who ...
- Nun Snow A Pantomime of Beads Earth Voice
- To W.C.W. M.D. There has been Another death. This time I ...
- Geometry NEVER a mouse chases ever a tail, never a mouse ...
- Cézanne Our door was shut to the noon-day heat. We could ...
Alfred Francis Kreymborg (December 10, 1883 – August 14, 1966) was an American poet, novelist, playwright, literary editor and anthologist.
He was born in New York City to Hermann and Louisa Kreymborg, who ran a small cigar store, and he spent most of his life there and in New Jersey. He was an active figure in Greenwich Village and frequented the Liberal Club.
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Why do you reach and reach?
Do you dream some day to touch the sky?
Why do you run and run?
Do you dream some day to fill the sea?
Why do you sing and sing?
Do you dream --
Why do you talk and talk and talk?