Poems by John Crowe Ransom
Spectral Lovers
... Lovers they knew they were, but why unclasped, unkissed ...
Eclogue
... JANE SNEED WITH GRIM LIPS MOCKED HIM: Who can tell ...
Under The Locusts
... Thinks he's preached the doubters down ...
Men
... And when she saw it on the dirty strangers, ...
Moonlight
... Would lose the crooked marks of spite ...
The Resurrection
... Their stoic backs as plain as graveyard stones, ...
The Four Roses
... And scourged them bleeding to the ground ...
The Christian
... Then only would he curse the marriage morning, ...
Emily Hardcastle, Spinster
... Let them robe her, Bride and Princess, wholl go down a leafy archway ...
Sickness
... " God plucked him back, and plucked him back, ...
Worship
... "For God has come, and there's no sorrow," ...
The Cloak Model
... And where the great white shoulder dips ...
Grace
... I thought of the prayers the fool had prayed ...
The Swimmer
... "By the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread:" ...
A Christmas Colloquy
... Please, father, please don't finish it out, ...
