Edwin Markham Poems
- The Man With The Hoe (Written ...
- Lincoln, The Man Of The People When the Norn Mother saw the ...
- A Creed There is a destiny that makes us brothers: None goes...
- Epigrams For all your days prepare, And meet them ever ...
- Brotherhood The crest and crowning of all good, Life's ...
- The Daring One I would my soul were like the bird That ...
- Joy Of The Morning I hear you, little bird, Shouting a-swing...
Charles Edwin Anson Markham was an American poet.
Edwin Markham was born in Oregon City, Oregon and was the youngest of 10 children; his parents divorced shortly after his birth. At the age of four, he moved to Lagoon Valley, an area northeast of San Francisco; there, he lived with his sister and mother. He worked on the family’s farm beginning at twelve. Although his mother was opposed to his pursuing higher education, he studied literature at the California College in Vacaville, California, and received his teacher's certificate in 1870. In 1872 he graduated from San Jose State Normal School, and in 1873 finished his studies of classics at Christian College in ... more »
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The Man With The Hoe (Written After Seeing Millet's World-Famous Painting)
Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,
The emptiness of ages in his face,
And on his back the burden of the world.
Who made him dead to rapture and despair,
A thing that grieves not and that never hopes,
Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?
Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw?
Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow?
Whose breath blew out the light within this brain?
Is this the Thing the Lord God made and gave
To have dominion over sea and land;
To trace the stars and search the heavens ...