Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY (FROM A WESTERNER'S POINT OF VIEW), by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR



Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

Rhyming Dictionary Search
JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY (FROM A WESTERNER'S POINT OF VIEW), by             Poet's Biography
First Line: No matter what you call it
Last Line: Like our own whitcomb riley.
Subject(s): Riley, James Whitcomb (1849-1916)


No matter what you call it,
Whether genius, or art,
He sings the simple songs that come
The closest to your heart.
Fur trim an' skillful phrases,
I do not keer a jot;
'Tain't the words alone, but feelin's,
That tech the tender spot.
An' that's jest why I love him, --
Why, he's got sech human feelin',
An' in ev'ry song he gives us,
You kin see it creepin', stealin',
Through the core the tears go tricklin',
But the edge is bright an' smiley;
I never saw a poet
Like that poet Whitcomb Riley.

His heart keeps beatin' time with our'n
In measures fast or slow;
He tells us jest the same ol' things
Our souls have learned to know.
He paints our joys an' sorrers
In a way so stric'ly true,
That a body can't help knowin'
That he has felt them too.
If there's a lesson to be taught,
He never fears to teach it,
An' he puts the food so good an' low
That the humblest one kin reach it.
Now in our time, when poets rhyme
For money, fun, or fashion,
'Tis good to hear one voice so clear
That thrills with honest passion.
So let the others build their songs,
An' strive to polish highly, --
There's none of them kin tech the heart
Like our own Whitcomb Riley.





Other Poems of Interest...



Home: PoetryExplorer.net