Louis Untermeyer

(1885-1977 / United States)

Louis Untermeyer Poems

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

Portrait Of A Machine

What nudity as beautiful as this
Obedient monster purring at its toil;
These naked iron muscles dripping oil
And the sure-fingered rods that never miss.
This long and shining flank of metal is
Magic that greasy labour cannot spoil;
While this vast engine that could rend the soil
Conceals its fury with a gentle hiss.
It does not vent its loathing, it does not turn
Upon its makers with destroying hate.
It bears a deeper malice; lives to earn
It’s masters bread and laughs to see this great
Lord of the earth, who rules but cannot learn,
Become the slave of ...

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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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