Ernest Hemingway

(21 July 1899 - 2 July 1961 / Oak Park, Illinois)

Ernest Hemingway Poems

1. Riparto D'Assalto 8/31/2010
2. Shock Troops 8/31/2010
3. The Soul Of Spain 8/31/2010
4. Poetry 8/31/2010
5. To Crazy Christian 8/31/2010
6. Ultimately 8/31/2010
7. I'M Off'N Wild Wimmen 8/31/2010
8. Montparnasse 8/31/2010
9. Roosevelt 8/31/2010
10. Champs D'Honneur 8/31/2010
11. To Good Guys Dead 8/31/2010
12. Chapter Heading 8/31/2010
13. Killed Paive--July 8--1918 8/31/2010
14. The Age Demanded 8/31/2010
15. Captives 8/31/2010
16. Valentine 8/31/2010
17. Poem 8/31/2010
18. I Like Canadians 8/31/2010
19. Along With Youth 8/31/2010
20. Advice To A Son 8/31/2010

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (2/28/2016 12:47:00 PM)

    I like Hemingway's blunt writing style.
    like in this poem:

    '' The only man I ever loved
    Said good bye
    And went away
    He was killed in Picardy
    On a sunny day. ''

    - Hemingway simply states: '' He was killed in Picardy ''.. In these few verse, he shows all the bluntness of death... '' On a sunny day ''..

    ______________________

    - my translation into ITALIAN:

    L'unico uomo che abbia mai amato
    Disse addio
    E se ne andò.
    Venne ucciso in Picardia
    In una giornata di sole.

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (2/28/2016 12:04:00 PM)

    The poem Killed Paive – July 8,1918 is about Hemingway’s terrible war experience: he was wounded by a mortar shell that day. He was actually the first American wounded on the Italian front, a few weeks before his 19th birthday.

    Killed Paive – July 8,1918

    Desire and
    All the sweet pulsing aches
    And gentle hurtings
    That were you,
    Are gone into the sullen dark.
    Now in the night you come unsmiling
    To lie with me
    A dull, cold, rigid bayonet
    On my hot-swollen, throbbing soul.

    __________________________

    “I go to the front tomorrow, ” the 18-year-old Hemingway wrote home on a postcard from Milan, dated June 9,1918. Wounded seriously in a mortar explosion one month later, he was treated at the American Red Cross Hospital in Milan. (“P.S. Don’t worry, Pop, ” ends one hospital-bed letter home) .

    These are among the experiences that helped shape his World War I novel, 'A Farewell to Arms'.

    (source: Penn State archives) .

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  • * Sunprincess * (7/21/2014 8:03:00 PM)

    ...........happy birthday mr. hemingway! ! !

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  • Assorted Thoughts (12/9/2011 10:28:00 PM)

    My favorite story by Ernest Hemingway
    For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn

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Best Poem of Ernest Hemingway

Advice To A Son

Never trust a white man,
Never kill a Jew,
Never sign a contract,
Never rent a pew.
Don't enlist in armies;
Nor marry many wives;
Never write for magazines;
Never scratch your hives.
Always put paper on the seat,
Don't believe in wars,
Keep yourself both clean and neat,
Never marry whores.
Never pay a blackmailer,
Never go to law,
Never trust a publisher,
Or you'll sleep on straw.
All your friends will leave you
All your friends will die
So lead a clean and wholesome life
And join them in the sky.

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Advice To A Son

Never trust a white man,
Never kill a Jew,
Never sign a contract,
Never rent a pew.
Don't enlist in armies;
Nor marry many wives;
Never write for magazines;
Never scratch your hives.
Always put paper on the seat,

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