Arthur Guiterman

(1871-1943 / United States)

poet Arthur Guiterman

Arthur Guiterman Poems

1. Our Suburb 4/13/2010
2. Radiolatry 4/13/2010
3. The Traveler 4/13/2010
4. Homeward Bound 3/19/2015
5. Truth and Falsehood 5/8/2015
6. A Valentine 5/9/2015
7. Youth and Age 5/15/2015
8. The First Cat 5/23/2015
9. The Ambiguous Dog 5/27/2015
10. A Boy and a Pup 5/27/2015
11. The Mother 6/2/2015
12. The Superstitious Ghost 6/4/2015
13. How the Birds Came 7/2/2015
14. The Bee 7/22/2015
15. The Wings of the Mountains 7/27/2015
16. Falsehood and Sin 8/10/2015
17. Hallowe'en Charm 11/23/2015
18. New Year, 1918 12/11/2015
19. A Bill from Cupid 2/4/2016
20. Fame 4/8/2016
21. Pipes of Pan 5/25/2016
22. The Phlebotomous Flea 4/13/2010
23. Rags And Robes 4/13/2010
24. My Hills Of Dreams 4/13/2010
25. Going To Dover 4/13/2010
26. The Passionate Suburbanite To His Love 4/13/2010
27. Ragnarok {the Twilight Of The Gods} 4/13/2010
28. Sea Sickness 4/13/2010
29. Kindness To Insects 4/13/2010
30. Nocturne 4/13/2010
31. Pithecanthropus Erectus 4/13/2010
32. What One Approves, Another Scorns 4/13/2010
33. This is She 8/8/2015
34. The Dream Of Chuang Tzu 12/13/2014
35. Pershing At The Front 4/13/2010
36. The Great Tyrannosaurus 4/13/2010
37. Heritage 4/13/2010
38. The Legend Of The First Cam-U-El: An Arabian Apologue 4/13/2010
39. The Idol-Maker Prays 1/4/2003
40. Hills 4/13/2010
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Best Poem of Arthur Guiterman

Strictly Germ-Proof

The Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup
Were playing in the garden when the Bunny gamboled up;
They looked upon the Creature with a loathing undisguised;—
It wasn't Disinfected and it wasn't Sterilized.

They said it was a Microbe and a Hotbed of Disease;
They steamed it in a vapor of a thousand-odd degrees;
They froze it in a freezer that was cold as Banished Hope
And washed it in permanganate with carbolated soap.

In sulphurated hydrogen they steeped its wiggly ears;
They trimmed its frisky whiskers with a pair of hard-boiled shears;
They ...

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Heritage

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;
These are the hills that they knew and the forests and water,
Glorious rivers and seas of rejuvenant waves.

This is our heritage, this that our fathers bequeathed us,
Ours in our time, but in trust for the ages to be;
Wasting or husbanding, building, destroying, or shielding,
Faithful or faithless — possessors and stewards are we.

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