Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE AMERICAN POETS OF TO-DAY, by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON Poet's Biography First Line: Comrades mine of muse and land Last Line: To find the measure of the wrong. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
COMRADES mine of Muse and Land, When the wanton war-drum sounded And the world fell back astounded At a fate so lightly planned, Heralds of the Right in song, Were you silent at the wrong? Comrades mine of Land and Muse, When the mailed and haughty giant Crushed the weak but uncompliant, Did you falter which to choose? Did the cult of Art for Art Halt the tempest of your heart? No, you left your joy untold, Left Love's pondered rhyme impending, Left unpraised the summer's blending Into roadside blue and gold. What were Nature, Love and Song In the presence of such wrong? At each Teuton perfidy Trembled your swift lines with scorning. Lowell's vision, Webster's warning Made you seers of Liberty: Others doubted: you divined The awful cross of humankind. When the dragon, War, is dead, Though the haunting slain be counted Like the stars, and grief hath mounted Higher than the Jungfrau's head, History shall search your song To find the measure of the wrong. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB AN ENGLISH MOTHER by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON |
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