Ogden Nash

(August 19, 1902 – May 19, 1971 / New York / United States)

Ogden Nash
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Born Frederick Ogden Nash on August 19, 1902 in Rye, New York.

An ancestor, General Francis Nash, gave his name to Nashville, Tennessee.

Raised in Rye, New York and Savannah, Georgia. Educated at St. George's School in Rhode Island and, briefly, Harvard University.

Started work writing advertising copy for Doubleday, Page Publishing, New York, in 1925.

Published first book for children, The Cricket of Caradon in 1925.

First published poem Spring Comes to Murray Hill appears in New Yorker magazine in 1930.

Joins staff at New Yorker in 1932.

Married Frances Rider Leonard on June 6, 1933. ... more »

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  • ''I think remorse ought to stop biting the consciences that feed it.''
    Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. "A Clean Conscience Never Relaxes," I'm a Stranger Here Myself (1938).
  • ''One man's remorse is another man's reminiscence.''
    Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. A Clean Conscience Never Relaxes, I'm a Stranger Here Myself (1938).
  • ''Remorse is a violent dyspepsia of the mind.''
    Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. "A Clean Conscience Never Relaxes," I'm a Stranger Here Myself (1938).
  • ''A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.''
    Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. A Dog's Best Friend Is his Illiteracy, The Private Dining Room (1953).
  • ''I do not like to get the news, because there has never been an era when so many things were going so right for so many of the wrong persons.''
    Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. Everybody Tells Me Everything, The Face Is Familiar (1940).
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  • Dr. Dingleberries (2/20/2018 1:42:00 PM)

    These are worse than the dingleberries hanging from your bottom.

  • dr.poppypants (2/20/2018 11:18:00 AM)

    i hate poetry

  • mr. cupcakes (2/20/2018 8:59:00 AM)

    your mom. is that right

  • Lynn geer (1/18/2018 9:22:00 AM)

    Here comes me in my brand new car. Who knows this one

  • Stephen M. Marson, Ph.D. (1/14/2018 11:42:00 AM)

    Nash had a line in one of his poems that included the idea that if he had a million dollars he would write a book and with the million he would buy all his books concluding that he would be rich living off the royalies and he would have a bunch of really good books. Anyone know the poem?

  • Arthur Panaro (12/23/2017 12:24:00 PM)

    Ogden included in a poem a play on the word gorgonzola.... who knows this one?

  • Will S. (12/16/2017 3:39:00 PM)

    Question. There's a poem about cocktails. One verse is... There's something a bout a martini...
    ...It may be the vermouth, but to tell you the truth I think it's the gin. Or something like that.
    Does anyone know the name of the poem, or that verse?

  • Betty (11/13/2017 1:23:00 PM)

    I was taught a Nash poem many years ago, I thought was called November:
    No morn
    no noon
    no night
    no noon
    Has anyone ever heard it before?

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  • Embee Cee (10/2/2016 4:44:00 PM)

    From _Many Long Years Ago: _


    Come Arabella, fetch the cake,
    On a dish with silver handles.
    Oh mercy! Feel the table shake!
    Lucinda, light the candles.
    For Mr. Migg is thir-ty,
    Is thir- ty,
    Is thir- -ty.
    The years are crawling over him
    Like wee red ants.
    Oh, three times ten is thir-ty,
    Is for- ty,
    Is fif- -ty.
    The further off from England
    The nearer is to France.

    The little flames they bob and jig,
    The dining hall is breezy.
    Quick! puff your candles, Mr. Migg,
    The little flames die easy.
    For Mr. Migg is for-ty,
    Is for- ty,
    Is for- -ty.
    The years are crawling over him
    Like wee red ants.
    Oh, four times ten is for-ty,
    Is fif- ty,
    Is six- -ty,
    And creeping through the icing,
    The other years advance.

    Why Arabella, here's a ring!
    Lucinda, here's a thimble!
    For Mr. Migg there's not a thing-
    'Tis not, I trust, a symbol!
    For Mr. Migg is fif-ty,
    Is fif- ty,
    Is fif- -ty.
    The years are crawling over him
    Like wee red ants.
    Oh, five times ten is fif-ty,
    Is six- ty,
    Is seven- -ty.
    Lucinda, put the cake away.
    We're going to the dance.

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Best Poem of Ogden Nash

Adventures Of Isabel

Isabel met an enormous bear,
Isabel, Isabel, didn't care;
The bear was hungry, the bear was ravenous,
The bear's big mouth was cruel and cavernous.
The bear said, Isabel, glad to meet you,
How do, Isabel, now I'll eat you!
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry.
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She washed her hands and she straightened her hair up,
Then Isabel quietly ate the bear up.
Once in a night as black as pitch
Isabel met a wicked old witch.
the witch's face was cross and wrinkled,
The witch's gums with teeth were sprinkled.
Ho, ho, Isabel! the old witch ...

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