Biography of Arthur Guiterman
Arthur Guiterman (pronounced /ˈɡɪtərmən/; November 20, 1871 - January 11, 1943) was an American writer best known for his humorous poems.
Guiterman was born of American parents in Vienna, graduated from the College of the City of New York in 1891, and was married in 1909 to Vida Lindo. He was an editor of the Woman's Home Companion and the Literary Digest. In 1910, he cofounded the Poetry Society of America, and later served as its president in 1925-26.
Arthur Guiterman Poems
Habits Of The Hippopotamus
The hippopotamus is strong And huge of head and broad of bustle; The limbs on which he rolls along Are big with hippopotomuscle.
Fate, The Jester
The planets are bells on his motley, He fleers at the stars in their state, He banters the suns burning hotly- The Jester whose nickname is Fate.
On The Vanity Of Earthly Greatness
The tusks which clashed in mighty brawls Of mastodons, are billiard balls.
The Deer don't dine When a Wolf's about, And the Porcupine Sticks his quill-points out.
I never loved your plains!-- Your gentle valleys, Your drowsy country lanes And pleachéd alleys.
Amœbas at the start Were not complex; They tore themselves apart And started Sex. And Sex has ruled the earth From then till this, Producing ...
The Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup Were playing in the garden when the Bunny gamboled up;
The Legend Of The First Cam-U-El: An Ara...
Across the sands of Syria, Or possibly Algeria, Or some benighted neighborhood of barrenness and drouth, There came the Prophet Samu-u-el
This is the land that we love; here our fathers found refuge, Here are the grooves of their plows and the mounds of their graves;
The Great Tyrannosaurus
The Great Tyrannosaurus Lived centuries ago; Through marshes wet and porous He rambled to and fro.
Pershing At The Front
The General came in a new tin hat To the shell-torn front where the war was at; With a faithful Aide at his good right hand
In The Hospital
Because on the branch that is tapping my pane A sun-wakened leaf-bud, uncurled, Is bursting its rusty brown sheathing in twain, I know there is Spring in the world.
The Dream Of Chuang Tzu
In life there's naught That's true, but Thought; The Things we build on do but seem,
The primitive Pithecanthropus erectus, With whom the ethnologists rightly connect us, Defended his own
Going To Dover
'Leg over leg
As the dog went to Dover;
When he came to a stile,
Jump he went over.'
Perhaps you wouldn't see it here,
But, to my fancy, 't is quite clear
That Mother Goose just meant to show
How the dog Patience on doth go: