Herman Melville

(1 August 1819 – 28 September 1891 / New York City, New York)

Herman Melville Poems

81. Formerly A Slave 4/17/2010
82. An Uninscribed Monument On One Of The Battle-Fields Of The Wilderness 4/17/2010
83. The Berg (A Dream) 1/3/2003
84. Aurora Borealis 4/17/2010
85. Healed Of My Hurt 1/3/2003
86. The Portent 1/3/2003
87. The Martyr 4/19/2010
88. The Maldive Shark 1/3/2003
89. Ball's Bluff: A Reverie 4/17/2010
90. Shiloh - A Requiem 1/3/2003
91. Gold In The Mountain 1/3/2003
92. Misgivings 1/3/2003
93. Gettysburg 1/20/2003
94. America 1/3/2003
95. Art 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Herman Melville

Art

In placid hours well-pleased we dream
Of many a brave unbodied scheme.
But form to lend, pulsed life create,
What unlike things must meet and mate:
A flame to melt--a wind to freeze;
Sad patience--joyous energies;
Humility--yet pride and scorn;
Instinct and study; love and hate;
Audacity--reverence. These must mate,
And fuse with Jacob's mystic heart,
To wrestle with the angel--Art.

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The Berg (A Dream)

I saw a ship of material build
(Her standards set, her brave apparel on)
Directed as by madness mere
Against a solid iceberg steer,
Nor budge it, though the infactuate ship went down.
The impact made huge ice-cubes fall
Sullen in tons that crashed the deck;
But that one avalanche was all--
No other movement save the foundering wreck.

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