Archibald MacLeish

(7 May 1892 – 20 April 1982 / Glencoe, Illinois)

Archibald MacLeish Poems

1. Imagery 11/26/2015
2. Hurricane 12/12/2015
3. A Poet Speaks from the Visitors' Gallery 6/22/2015
4. Seafarer 2/7/2014
5. Way-Station 4/7/2010
6. Voyage 4/7/2010
7. The Sheep In The Ruins 4/7/2010
8. De Votre Bonheur Il Ne Reste Que Vos Photos Sipsce… 4/7/2010
9. The Rock In The Sea 4/7/2010
10. Before March 4/7/2010
11. Definition Of The Frontiers 4/7/2010
12. Nocturne 4/7/2010
13. Unfinished History 4/7/2010
14. Lines For A Prologue 4/7/2010
15. Ancestral 4/7/2010
16. L'An Trentiesme De Mon Eage 4/7/2010
17. The Night Dream 4/7/2010
18. The Old Men In The Leaf Smoke 4/7/2010
19. Immortal Autumn 4/7/2010
20. The Silent Slain 4/7/2010
21. Liberty 4/7/2010
22. Broken Promise 4/7/2010
23. Autumn 4/7/2010
24. Invocation To The Social Muse 4/7/2010
25. Not Marble Nor The Gilded Monuments 4/7/2010
26. The Too-Late Born 1/3/2003
27. Hypocrite Auteur 4/7/2010
28. The Snowflake Which Is Now And Hence Forever 1/3/2003
29. Two Poems From The War 1/3/2003
30. Poem In Prose 1/3/2003
31. You, Andrew Marvell 1/3/2003
32. Dr. Sigmund Freud Discovers The Sea Shell 1/3/2003
33. An Eternity 1/3/2003
34. The Young Dead Soldiers Do Not Speak 4/7/2010
35. Baccalaureate 1/3/2003
36. The End Of The World 1/3/2003
37. Ars Poetica 1/3/2003

Comments about Archibald MacLeish

  • James A. Legel (6/18/2016 10:49:00 AM)

    A lot of what A.M. said was not just Poems but Intellectual Quotations... HE WAS A.O.K. !

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  • Ahme Ahmed (11/7/2008 10:36:00 AM)

    please i want Archibald MacLeish ars poetica analysis please

Best Poem of Archibald MacLeish

Ars Poetica

A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit

Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb

Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown -

A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs

Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,

Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind -

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs

A poem should be equal to:
Not true

For...

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An Eternity

There is no dusk to be,
There is no dawn that was,
Only there's now, and now,
And the wind in the grass.

Days I remember of
Now in my heart, are now;
Days that I dream will bloom
White the peach bough.

Dying shall never be
Now in the windy grass;
Now under shooken leaves
Death never was.

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