Henrik Johan Ibsen
Henrik Johan Ibsen Poems
- Thanks HER griefs were the hours When my struggle was ...
- Mountain Life IN summer dusk the valley lies With far-flung...
- Wildflowers And Hot-House Plan... 'GOOD Heavens, man, what a ...
- Burnt Ships TO skies that were brighter Turned he his ...
- In The Picture Gallery With palette laden She sat, as I ...
- A Brother In Need NOW, rallying once if ne'er again, With ...
- Gone THE last, late guest To the gate we followed; ...
Henrik Ibsen was a major 19th-century Norwegian playwright, theatre director, and poet. He is often referred to as "the father of prose drama" and is one of the founders of Modernism in the theatre. His major works include Brand, Peer Gynt, An Enemy of the People, Emperor and Galilean, A Doll's House, Hedda Gabler, Ghosts, The Wild Duck, Rosmersholm, and The Master Builder.
Several of his plays were considered scandalous to many of his era, when European theater was required to model strict mores of family life and propriety. Ibsen's work examined the realities that lay behind many façades, revealing much that was disquieting to many contemporaries. It utilized a ... more »
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HER griefs were the hours
When my struggle was sore,--
Her joys were the powers
That the climber upbore.
Her home is the boundless
Free ocean that seems
To rock, calm and soundless,
My galleon of dreams.
Half hers are the glancing
Creations that throng
With pageant and dancing
The ways of my song.
My fires when they dwindle
Are lit from her brand;
Men see them rekindle
Nor guess by whose hand.
Of thanks to requite her
No least thought is hers,--
And therefore I write her,
Once, thanks in a verse.