Louis Untermeyer Poems
|1.||Ivory And Rose||4/16/2010|
|3.||Only Of Thee And Me||4/16/2010|
|4.||The Victory Of The Beet-Fields||4/16/2010|
|7.||The Dark Chamber||4/16/2010|
|15.||End Of The Comedy||4/16/2010|
|17.||On The Birth Of A Child||4/16/2010|
|21.||A Side Street||4/16/2010|
|22.||Prayer For This House||4/16/2010|
|24.||How Much Of Godhood||1/4/2003|
|30.||Questions At Night||4/16/2010|
|31.||Portrait Of A Machine||4/16/2010|
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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 ...
How Much Of Godhood
How much of Godhood did it take --
What purging epochs had to pass,
Ere I was fit for leaf and lake
And worthy of the patient grass?
What mighty travails must have been,
What ages must have moulded me,
Ere I was raised and made akin
To dawn, the daisy and the sea.