Madison Julius Cawein

(1865-1914 / the United States)

Madison Julius Cawein
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Madison Cawein (23 March 1865 – 8 December 1914) was a poet from Louisville, Kentucky, whose poem "Waste Land" has been linked with T. S. Eliot's later The Waste Land.

Cawein's father made patent medicines from herbs. Cawein thus became acquainted with and developed a love for local nature as a child. He worked in a Cincinnati pool hall as an assistant cashier for six years, saving his pay so he could return home to write. His output was thirty-six books and 1,500 poems. He was known as the "Keats of Kentucky."

In 1912 Cawein was forced to sell his Old Louisville home, St James Court (a two-and-a-half story brick house built in 1901, which he had ... more »

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  • Rebecca Navarre Rebecca Navarre (2/8/2018 11:00:00 PM)

    One Of The Most Deeply Moving, Beautiful Poets! ! ! ! !
    Every Word In Nature And In Time, Is Beyond
    What A Painting Could Ever Describe! ! ! ! ! Ever So
    Much Beauty, Beyond What, Could Meet The Eye! ! ! ! !

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Best Poem of Madison Julius Cawein

Can Such Things Be?

Meseemed that while she played, while lightly yet
Her fingers fell, as roses bloom by bloom,
I listened dead within a mighty room
Of some old palace where great casements let
Gaunt moonlight in, that glimpsed a parapet
Of statued marble: in the arrased gloom
Majestic pictures towered, dim as doom,
The dreams of Titian and of Tintoret.
And then, it seemed, along a corridor,
A mile of oak, a stricken footstep came,
Hurrying, yet slow … I thought long centuries
Passed ere she entered she, I loved of yore,
For whom I died, who wildly wailed my name
And bent ...

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