Edwin Markham

(23 April 1852 - 7 March 1940 / Oregon City, Oregon)

Edwin Markham Poems

1. A Creed 4/21/2010
2. A Look Into The Gulf 4/21/2010
3. A Lyric Of The Dawn 4/21/2010
4. A Mendocino Memory 4/21/2010
5. A Prayer 4/21/2010
6. A Song To A Tree 4/21/2010
7. A Workman To The Gods 4/21/2010
8. An Old Road 4/21/2010
9. Anchored To The Infinite 4/21/2010
10. Brotherhood 4/21/2010
11. Earth Is Enough 4/21/2010
12. Epigrams 4/21/2010
13. How Oswald Dined With God 1/27/2015
14. In Death Valley 4/21/2010
15. Joy Of The Morning 4/21/2010
16. Lincoln, The Man Of The People 1/4/2003
17. Lion And Lioness 4/21/2010
18. My Comrade 4/21/2010
19. Poetry 4/21/2010
20. Preparedness 4/21/2010
21. Rules For The Road 4/21/2010
22. Sing A While Longer 4/21/2010
23. The Chant Of The Vultures 4/21/2010
24. The Christ Of The Andes 4/21/2010
25. The Cricket 4/21/2010
26. The Daring One 4/21/2010
27. The Humming Bird 4/21/2010
28. The Invisible Bride 1/4/2003
29. The Joy Of The Hills 1/4/2003
30. The Last Furrow 4/21/2010
31. The Lizard 4/21/2010
32. The Man With The Hoe (Written After Seeing Millet's World-Famous Painting) 1/4/2003
33. The Panther 4/21/2010
34. The Wall Street Pit 4/21/2010
35. The Whirlwind Road 4/21/2010

Comments about Edwin Markham

  • Barbara Samuels (12/30/2017 8:44:00 PM)

    My mother just recently passed away and she referred to an Edwin Markham poem called Leadership? I cannot find this poem anywhere? Is it possible this title she referred to is incorrect and has another name?
    Thank you!

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Best Poem of Edwin Markham

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 ...

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The Joy Of The Hills

I ride on the mountain tops, I ride;
I have found my life and am satisfied.
Onward I ride in the blowing oats,
Checking the field-lark's rippling notes --
   Lightly I sweep
   From steep to steep:
Over my head through the branches high
Come glimpses of a rushing sky;
The tall oats brush my horse's flanks;

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