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Robert William Service
Robert William Service Poems
| 241. | Village Virtue | 1/13/2003 |
| 242. | The Score | 1/13/2003 |
| 243. | My Ancestors | 1/13/2003 |
| 244. | Washerwife | 1/13/2003 |
| 245. | My Holiday | 1/13/2003 |
| 246. | Poet And Peer | 1/13/2003 |
| 247. | Flower Gardener | 1/13/2003 |
| 248. | Include Me Out | 1/13/2003 |
| 249. | Shakespeare And Cervantes | 1/13/2003 |
| 250. | Bindle Stiff | 1/13/2003 |
| 251. | Titine | 1/13/2003 |
| 252. | My Neighbors | 1/13/2003 |
| 253. | Portent | 1/13/2003 |
| 254. | The Dream | 1/13/2003 |
| 255. | The Widow | 1/13/2003 |
| 256. | The Answer | 1/13/2003 |
| 257. | Ragetty Doll | 1/13/2003 |
| 258. | Miracles | 1/13/2003 |
| 259. | Gangrene | 1/13/2003 |
| 260. | Land Mine | 1/13/2003 |
| 261. | Days | 1/13/2003 |
| 262. | Golden Days | 1/13/2003 |
| 263. | Gods In The Gutter | 1/13/2003 |
| 264. | Forward | 1/13/2003 |
| 265. | Spanish Peasant | 1/13/2003 |
| 266. | God's Vagabond | 1/13/2003 |
| 267. | To A Tycoon | 1/13/2003 |
| 268. | Visibility | 1/13/2003 |
| 269. | My Childhood God | 1/13/2003 |
| 270. | Lord Let Me Live | 1/13/2003 |
| 271. | The Parting | 1/13/2003 |
| 272. | My Trinity | 1/13/2003 |
| 273. | Old Crony | 1/13/2003 |
| 274. | The Actor | 1/13/2003 |
| 275. | Silence | 1/13/2003 |
| 276. | Milking Time | 1/13/2003 |
| 277. | Virginity | 1/13/2003 |
| 278. | My Tails | 1/13/2003 |
| 279. | Murderers | 1/13/2003 |
| 280. | Celebates | 1/13/2003 |
Comments about Robert William Service
The Cremation Of Sam Mcgee
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in ...
Wistful
Oh how I'd be gay and glad
If a little house I had,
Snuggled in a shady lot,
With behind a garden plot;
Simple grub, old duds to wear,
A book, a pipe, a rocking-chair . . .
You would never hear me grouse
If I had a little house.
In you words have a so out mathematical way...so free and more free yet.
The most beautiful poem i read for the last long searching days.
Thank You
I enjoyed an incredible cruise and land trip last week to Alaska. Our tour bus driver recited Robert Service poetry as he drove us into the Yukon! I was thirlled to see this poem of the day and read about Service, the 'Kipling of Canada.'- April Krygowski
Robert W Service must be one of the great poets of his generation. Indeed I would suggest that his popularity is increasing, certainly here in Ayrshire, Scotland. I've attended several functions lately and been delighted to hear classics such as The Cremation of Sam McGee and The Spell of the Yukon. I spend many a happy night enjoying his wonderful poems.
This poem is simply brilliant in that it incorporates Science in the first verse, Hinduism in the second, and Buddhism in the third verse. I'm taking it to my Poetry class and will share it with other poetry lovers.