Thomas McGrath

(1916 - 1990 / North Dakota / United States)

Thomas McGrath Poems

1. A Coal Fire In Winter 1/15/2015
2. All the Dead Soldiers 5/29/2017
3. Anniversaries 5/29/2017
4. Beyond the Red River 5/29/2017
5. Celebration for June 24 5/29/2017
6. Deep South 5/29/2017
7. Encounter 5/29/2017
8. from Remembering That Island 5/29/2017
9. Gone Away Blues 1/21/2015
10. Many in the Darkness 5/29/2017
11. Nocturne Militaire 5/29/2017
12. Ode for the American Dead in Asia 5/29/2017
13. Poem 5/29/2017
14. Poem 5/29/2017
15. Such Simple Love 8/8/2015
16. The Buffalo Coat 5/29/2017
17. The Crippled Artist 5/29/2017
18. The Little Odyssey of Jason Quint, of Science, Doctor 5/29/2017
19. The Progress of the Soul 5/29/2017
20. The Topography of History 5/29/2017
21. War Resisters' Song 5/29/2017
22. Woodcut 5/29/2017

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  • Nanette Flores Robuck (8/16/2018 9:48:00 PM)

    I was privileged to have Thomas McGrath as my professor during the 1974 / 1975 academic year at Moorehead State College (now university) . He was positively riveting and I understood at the time that I was in the company of genius.

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Best Poem of Thomas McGrath

Such Simple Love

All night long I hear the sleepers toss
Between the darkened window and the wall.
The madman's whimper and the lover's voice,
The worker's whisper and the sick child's call—
Knowing them all

I'd walk a mile, maybe, hearing some cat
Crying its guts out, to throttle it by hand,
Such simple love I had. I wished I might—
Or God might—answer each call in person and
Each poor demand.

Well, I'd have been better off sleeping myself.
These fancies had some sentimental charm,
But love without direction is a cheap blanket
And even if it did no one any ...

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Gone Away Blues

Sirs, when you are in your last extremity,
When your admirals are drowning in the grass-green sea,
When your generals are preparing the total catastrophe—
I just want you to know how you can not count on me.

I have ridden to hounds through my ancestral halls,
I have picked the eternal crocus on the ultimate hill,
I have fallen through the window of the highest room,
But don' t ask me to help you 'cause I never will.

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