Robert Penn Warren
Robert Penn Warren Poems
- True Love In silence the heart raves.It utters ...
- Evening Hawk From plane of light to plane, wings dipping ...
- Tell Me A Story Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stood By a ...
- A Way To Love God Here is the shadow of truth, for only the ...
- Mortal Limit I saw the hawk ride updraft in the sunset over ...
- San Francisco Night Windows So hangs the hour like fruit ...
- Dead Horse In Field In the last, far field, half-buried In ...
Robert Penn Warren was an American poet, novelist, and literary critic and was one of the founders of New Criticism. He was also a charter member of the Fellowship of Southern Writers. He founded the influential literary journal The Southern Review with Cleanth Brooks in 1935. He received the 1947 Pulitzer Prize for the Novel for his novel All the King's Men (1946) and the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1958 and 1979. He is the only person to have won Pulitzer Prizes for both fiction and poetry. more »
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''Storytelling and copulation are the two chief forms of amusement in the South. They're inexpensive and easy to procure.''Robert Penn Warren (b. 1905), U.S. poet, novelist. quoted in Newsweek (New York, Aug. 25, 1980).
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In silence the heart raves.It utters words
Meaningless, that never had
A meaning.I was ten, skinny, red-headed,
Freckled.In a big black Buick,
Driven by a big grown boy, with a necktie, she sat
In front of the drugstore, sipping something
Through a straw. There is nothing like
Beauty. It stops your heart.It
Thickens your blood.It stops your breath.It
Makes you feel dirty.You need a hot bath.
I leaned against a telephone pole, and watched.
I thought I would die if she saw me.
How could I exist in the same world with that brightness?