Herman Melville

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

Herman Melville Poems

81. An Uninscribed Monument On One Of The Battle-Fields Of The Wilderness 4/17/2010
82. Aurora Borealis 4/17/2010
83. Dirge 4/17/2010
84. The Berg (A Dream) 1/3/2003
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. Art 1/3/2003
92. Gold In The Mountain 1/3/2003
93. Gettysburg 1/20/2003
94. America 1/3/2003
95. Misgivings 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Herman Melville


When ocean-clouds over inland hills
Sweep storming in late autumn brown,
And horror the sodden valley fills,
And the spire falls crashing in the town,
I muse upon my country's ills--
The tempest burning from the waste of Time
On the world's fairest hope linked with man's foulest crime.

Nature's dark side is heeded now--
(Ah! optimist-cheer dishartened flown)--
A child may read the moody brow
Of yon black mountain lone.
With shouts the torrents down the gorges go,
And storms are formed behind the storms we feel:
The hemlock shakes in the ...

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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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