John Crowe Ransom — English Poetry Library

English Poetry Library

John Crowe Ransom1888–197419th century John Crowe Ransom was an American educator, scholar, literary critic, poet, essayist and editor. He is considered to be a founder of the New Criticism school of literary criticism. As a faculty member at Kenyon College, he was the first editor of the widely regarded Kenyon Review. Highly respected as a teacher and mentor to a generation of accomplished students, he also was a prize-winning poet and essayist. He was nominated for the 1973 Nobel Prize in Literature.

Poems

96 poems

All the jewels in his bag4 lines
AN AMERICAN ADDRESSES PHILOMELA4 lines
And drew forth like a funeral a hollow tone.8 lines
And in the wood the furious winter blowing.4 lines
And lifted up his voice to me:9 lines
And looks the Strong One face to face.8 lines
And now each quiet thing awakes8 lines
And smile distressing scenes away?8 lines
And songs and shouting in my heart.6 lines
And still were equal.6 lines
And the rattle-throats are pleading11 lines
And thought the hired man was used6 lines
And to-morrow we will all come home again.”8 lines
And wash my wound in the snows; that would be11 lines
And with the morning star lovers take flight.10 lines
Angered with a braggart kind9 lines
At the tall girl approaching with long tread6 lines
Better to walk forth in the murderous air6 lines
Bring only tokens fixed and sure:4 lines
Bring proper gifts to beauty then:4 lines
But slipped it into his hand at dark6 lines
But yet beware!” he cried.7 lines
By one even more wrappered and lean and dark19 lines
BY THE RIVERSIDE6 lines
Come to the company and play:17 lines
Denied the decency of blood.6 lines
Dick and Dorothy look forth9 lines
DING DONG BELL7 lines
Fall of Leaf6 lines
Farthest from the living green5 lines
Fed his ingrowing evil.25 lines
Feeling your sudden brightness break?4 lines
For the chymist went to look4 lines
For the tireless heart within the little7 lines
God keep you your high hats6 lines
God of the rivers of Babylon.4 lines
Have in the chymist that Boris had.7 lines
He is a tower unleaning. But he may break22 lines
Here lies a lady of beauty and high degree.19 lines
How did Boris get to court?5 lines
HVA OMA4 lines
I. YEA12 lines
Il. NAY8 lines
In deeper waters.13 lines
It goes not liquidly for us.5 lines
It surpasseth creature brains6 lines
Joun Crowe Ransom.19 lines
Miriam Tazewell7 lines
NECROLOGICAL11 lines
Never was she baptized.4 lines
New York Alfred -A- Knopf Memxxiv24 lines
Now the barrister is disbarred.5 lines
Now young gallivanting bucks4 lines
Of woodman stained and yellowed.”10 lines
Or harried unto the pond4 lines
Over the shredding of an April blossom4 lines
Poison brewing at the bone4 lines
Pots of geranium spilled and the stalks naked.9 lines
RESURRECTION9 lines
Sealed in a yellow tomb.7 lines
Serves the trade without deceit4 lines
Ses)8 lines
Shall wish her heartily in hell.5 lines
Sick of my dissonance.4 lines
Sitting on top of a sorrel horse5 lines
So he put her in his picture9 lines
Spring Posy8 lines
That ever sweetly bargained love’s exchange5 lines
THE CLOAK MODEL4 lines
The diuturnity was still.10 lines
THE LOVER6 lines
The only other well known American poet with46 lines
The sun blazed after dinner so4 lines
The untranslatable refrain.10 lines
The Vagrant6 lines
The youth possessed him then of a crooked blade7 lines
THE-SCHOOL17 lines
Then he commanded me to scrutiny4 lines
To a Lady Celebrating Her Birthday5 lines
To funeralize against. all green young morrows!4 lines
Triumph13 lines
Two ashy idiots: take your pick !4 lines
Unfitly for his art.15 lines
Was hard with an agony.10 lines
Was it really true John dipped his crowd7 lines
When full of her images I saw not your scene!6 lines
Where is the white frost snowing on his head?5 lines
Where were the singers of his state?8 lines
Whereon the secret lover had ascended.4 lines
Whom the sword had pierced and then the grey wolf7 lines
Will fiddle on his bones.11 lines
With an Introduction by Robert Graves10 lines
With loathing too his name is named.”4 lines
With Shibboleth or Fokmafok ?11 lines
Woodwife wrapped in red.”7 lines
You well may stare and stare.16 lines