John Crowe Ransom

(30 April 1888 - 3 July 1974 / Pulaski Tennessee)

John Crowe Ransom Poems

41. Judith Of Bethulia 3/31/2010
42. An American Addresses Philomela 3/31/2010
43. Emily Hardcastle, Spinster 3/31/2010
44. Conrad In Twilight 1/3/2003
45. Painted Head 1/3/2003
46. Winter Remembered 1/3/2003
47. Janet Waking 3/31/2010
48. Prelude To An Evening 1/3/2003
49. Dead Boy 1/3/2003
50. Piazza Piece 1/3/2003
51. Captain Carpenter 1/3/2003
52. The Equilibrists 1/3/2003
53. Necrological 1/3/2003
54. Bells For John Whiteside's Daughter 1/3/2003
55. Blue Girls 1/3/2003
Best Poem of John Crowe Ransom

Blue Girls

Twirling your blue skirts, travelling the sward
Under the towers of your seminary,
Go listen to your teachers old and contrary
Without believing a word.

Tie the white fillets then about your hair
And think no more of what will come to pass
Than bluebirds that go walking on the grass
And chattering on the air.

Practice your beauty, blue girls, before it fail;
And I will cry with my loud lips and publish
Beauty which all our power shall never establish,
It is so frail.

For I could tell you a story which is true;
I know a woman with ...

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Necrological

The friar had said his paternosters duly
And scourged his limbs, and afterwards would have slept;
But with much riddling his head became unruly,
He arose, from the quiet monastery he crept.

Dawn lightened the place where the battle had been won.
The people were dead -- it is easy he thought to die --
These dead remained, but the living were all gone,
Gone with the wailing trumps of victory.

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