Bliss William Carman

(15 April 1861 – 8 June 1929 / New Brunswick)

Bliss William Carman Poems

1. A Captain Of The Press Gang 9/13/2010
2. A Christmas Eve Choral 9/13/2010
3. A Creature Catechism 9/13/2010
4. A Fireside Vision 9/13/2010
5. A More Ancient Mariner 9/13/2010
6. A Mountain Gateway 9/13/2010
7. A New England Thanksgiving 9/13/2010
8. A Northern Vigil 9/13/2010
9. A Portrait 9/13/2010
10. A Remembrance 9/13/2010
11. A Sea Child 9/13/2010
12. A Seamark 9/13/2010
13. A Song Before Sailing 9/13/2010
14. A Vagabond Song 9/13/2010
15. A Winter Piece 9/13/2010
16. Above The Gaspereau 9/13/2010
17. An April Morning 9/13/2010
18. An Autumn Garden 9/13/2010
19. At Columbine's Grave 9/13/2010
20. At Sunrise 9/13/2010
21. At The Making Of Man 9/13/2010
22. At Twilight 9/13/2010
23. Bahaman 9/13/2010
24. Before The Snow 9/13/2010
25. Behind The Arras 9/13/2010
26. Bloodroot 9/13/2010
27. By Still Waters 9/13/2010
28. By The Aurelian Wall 9/13/2010
29. Christmas Song 9/13/2010
30. Daises 9/13/2010
31. Dance Of The Sunbeams 9/13/2010
32. Earth Voices 9/13/2010
33. Edward Thring 9/13/2010
34. Fireflies 9/13/2010
35. Garden Magic 9/13/2010
36. Garden Shadows 9/13/2010
37. Hack And Hew 9/13/2010
38. Hem And Haw 9/13/2010
39. I Loved Thee, Atthis, In The Long Ago 9/13/2010
40. If Death Be Good 9/13/2010

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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.

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A Creature Catechism

I
Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea?


LORD, said a flying fish,
Below the foundations of storm
We feel the primal wish
Of the earth take form.

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