Bliss William Carman

Bliss William Carman Poems

There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,

Wind of the dead men's feet,
Blow down the empty street
Of this old city by the sea
With news for me!

OVER the rim of a lacquered bowl,
Where a cold blue water-color stands
I see the wintry breakers roll

NOW the stars have faded
In the purple chill,
Lo, the sun is kindling
On the eastern hill.

ONCE more in misted April
The world is growing green.
Along the winding river
The plumey willows lean.

The lover of child Marjory
Had one white hour of life brim full;
Now the old nurse, the rocking sea,
Hath him to lull.

LORD, said a flying fish,
Below the foundations of storm
We feel the primal wish

To H. E. C.
THERE are sunflowers too in my garden on top of the hill,
Where now in the early September the sun has his will—

HERE by the gray north sea,
In the wintry heart of the wild,
Comes the old dream of thee,
Guendolen, mistress and child.

NOW the fire is lighted
On the chimney stone,
Day goes down the valley,
I am left alone.

I know a vale where I would go one day,
When June comes back and all the world once more
Is glad with summer. Deep in shade it lies

When I was just a little boy,
Before I went to school,
I had a fleet of forty sail

My tent stands in a garden
Of aster and golden-rod,
Tilled by the rain and the sunshine,
And sown by the hand of God, -

First all the host of Raphael
In liveries of gold,
Lifted the chorus on whose rhythm
The spinning spheres are rolled,–

To T. B. M.
IN the crowd that thronged the pierhead, come to see their friends take ship
For new ventures in seafaring, when the hawsers were let

AH, Pierrot,
Where is thy Columbine?
What vandal could untwine
That gay rose-rope of thine,

ONCE I walked the world enchanted
Through the scented woods of spring,
Hand in hand with Love, in rapture
Just to hear a bluebird sing.

Hem and Haw were the sons of sin,
Created to shally and shirk;
Hem lay 'round and Haw looked on
While God did all the work.

NOW soon, ah, very soon, I know
The trumpets of the north will blow,
And the great winds will come to bring
The pale wild riders of the snow.

I like the old house tolerably well,
Where I must dwell
Like a familiar gnome;
And yet I never shall feel quite at home....

Bliss William Carman Biography

Bliss Carman FRSC was a Canadian poet. He was born William Bliss Carman in Fredericton, in the Maritime province of New Brunswick. He published under the name "Bliss Carman," although the "Bliss" is his mother's surname. As with many Canadian poets, nature figures prominently as a theme in his work. In his time, he was arguably Canada's best known poet, and was dubbed by some the "unofficial poet laureate of Canada." Bliss Carman was the great-grandson of United Empire Loyalists who fled to Nova Scotia after the American Revolution, settling in New Brunswick (then part of Nova Scotia). His literary roots run deep with an ancestry that includes a mother who was a descendant of Daniel Bliss of Concord, Massachusetts, the great-grandfather of Ralph Waldo Emerson. Also on his mother's side, he was a first cousin to another famous Canadian poet, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts. His sister was married to the botanist and historian William Francis Ganong. Carman was educated at the University of New Brunswick, the University of Edinburgh, Harvard University and New York University. After relocating to New York City, Carman became influential as an editor and writer for the Independent, the Cosmopolitan, the Atlantic Monthly, the Chap Book and other literary journals. He is also well known for his anthology and editing work on The World's Best Poetry (10 volumes, 1904) and The Oxford Book of American Verse (1927). After 1909, he lived in New Canaan, Connecticut but became a corresponding Fellow of the Royal Society of Canada. In 1928, the Society awarded him its Lorne Pierce Medal. Bliss Carman died at the age of 68 in New Canaan, Connecticut. His body was returned home and interred in the Forest Hill Cemetery in Fredericton, New Brunswick. There is a middle school named after him in Fredericton, New Brunswick. There is also a school named after him in Toronto, Ontario. "Bliss Carman Heights" (an extension of the Skyline Acres subdivision) is a subdivision located in Fredericton, New Brunswick overlooking the Saint John River. It consists of Essex Street, Gloucester Crescent, Reading Street, Ascot Court, and Ascot Drive. A extension of the Bliss Carman Heights subdivision is named "Poet's Hill" and consists of Bliss Carman Drive and Poets Lane.)

The Best Poem Of Bliss William Carman

A Vagabond Song

There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.

The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.

Bliss William Carman Comments

george combden 18 December 2018

I am searching for a poem by Bliss Carman with the line'mother i have come home from school' what is the name of that poem?

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Nora Bell 17 January 2022

I am searching for the same poem

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david lambden 21 December 2018

searching for a poem withe line the wild viburnum flushes in the darkness of the swamp

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jimmy 09 April 2019

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Pat 28 April 2021

The first line is "There is a road by Skaha Lake the cautious traveller will not take"

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Sako 11 April 2022

After School

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Sarah 12 April 2021

Searching for his poem that includes the line 'and making saving beauty be'

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Robin Carter 20 December 2019

Searching for a poem that has the lines " Ride on Fair Texan." Any clues?

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Ramona Cowling 07 September 2019

Of course he didn't post any poems in the last 14 days. He's been dead a long time. I am simply searching for his poem, October's Bright Blue Weather.

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turdel- 23 April 2019

i like my big big big big big big big big big big big big big big

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