Louis Untermeyer

(1885-1977 / United States)

Louis Untermeyer Poems

1. Ivory And Rose 4/16/2010
2. Landscapes 4/16/2010
3. Only Of Thee And Me 4/16/2010
4. The Victory Of The Beet-Fields 4/16/2010
5. A Man 9/11/2015
6. Long Feud 11/9/2015
7. The Dark Chamber 4/16/2010
8. Koheleth 4/16/2010
9. Magic 4/16/2010
10. Inhibited 4/16/2010
11. Summer Storm 4/16/2010
12. Prayer 4/16/2010
13. Summons 4/16/2010
14. Ash Wednesday 4/16/2010
15. End Of The Comedy 4/16/2010
16. Challenge 4/16/2010
17. On The Birth Of A Child 4/16/2010
18. The Laughers 4/16/2010
19. Faith 4/16/2010
20. Eve Speaks 4/16/2010
21. A Side Street 4/16/2010
22. Prayer For This House 4/16/2010
23. Reveille 1/4/2003
24. How Much Of Godhood 1/4/2003
25. Irony 4/16/2010
26. Mockery 1/4/2003
27. Feuerzauber 1/4/2003
28. Rainbow’s End 4/16/2010
29. Portrait Of A Machine 4/16/2010
30. Infidelity 4/16/2010
31. Questions At Night 4/16/2010

Comments about Louis Untermeyer

  • Irene Beeken (6/24/2018 11:26:00 AM)

    I would like to read his biography or something about his life

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Best Poem of Louis Untermeyer

Questions At Night

Is the sky?

What starts the thunder overhead?
Who makes the crashing noise?
Are the angels falling out of bed?
Are they breaking all their toys?

Why does the sun go down so soon?
Why do the night-clouds crawl
Hungrily up to the new-laid moon
And swallow it, shell and all?

If there's a Bear among the stars,
As all the people say,
Won't he jump over those Pasture-bars
And drink up the Milky Way?

Does every star that happens to fall
Turn into a fire-fly?
Can't it ever get back to Heaven at all?
And why
Is the sky?

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A Side Street

On the warm Sunday afternoons
And every evening in the Spring and Summer
When the night hurries the late home-corner
And the air grows softer, and scraps of tunes
Float from the open windows and jar
Against the voices of children and the hum of a car;
When the city noises commingle and melt
With a restless something half-seen, half-felt—
I see them always there,

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