Ardor Poem by Gamaliel Bradford

Ardor

Rating: 3.1


Others make verses of grace.
Mine are all muscle and sinew.
Others can picture your face.
But I all the tumult within you.

Others can give you delight,
And delight I confess is worth giving.
But my songs must tickle and bite
And burn with the ardor of living

Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: giving
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 22 January 2016

Excellent. We are living in fortunate times when we can read at the touch of a button such great writings as this! I cannot argue with his argument- his love is deep and true.

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Deci Hernandez 11 June 2012

if you have brains use'm and bronze the same. this is life.

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Deci Hernandez 11 June 2012

if you have brains use'm and bronze the same. this is life.

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Gamaliel Bradford

Gamaliel Bradford

Boston, Massachusetts
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