Harry Kemp Poems
- Blind The Spring blew trumpets of color; Her Green sang in ...
- The Doldrums (A Still-Life Pic... The sails hang dead, or ...
- The Hummingbird The sunlight speaks. And it's voice is a ...
- A Sailor's Life Oh, a sailor hasn't much to brag - An ...
- Farewell Tell them, O Sky-born, when I die With high romance...
- A Wheat-Field Fantasy As I sat on a Kansas hilltop, ...
- Going Down In Ships Going down to sea in ships Is a ...
Harry Hibbard Kemp was an American poet and prose writer of the twentieth century. He was known as (and promoted himself as) "the "Vagabond Poet, the Villon of America, the Hobo Poet, or the Tramp Poet," and was a well-known popular literary figure of his era, the "hero of adolescent Americans."
Life and Work
Kemp was born in Youngstown, Ohio, the only son of a candymaker. He was raised by his grandmother, in a house by the local train yards. At the age of seventeen he left home to become a common seaman; after returning to the United States he traveled across the country by riding the rails as a hobo. He later attended the University of Kansas,... more »
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The Spring blew trumpets of color;
Her Green sang in my brain --
I heard a blind man groping
"Tap -- tap" with his cane;
I pitied him in his blindness;
But can I boast, "I see"?
Perhaps there walks a spirit
Close by, who pities me, --
A spirit who hears me tapping
The five-sensed cane of mind
Amid such unguessed glories --
That I am worse than blind.