Category: Alan Seeger
Antinous – Alan Seeger
Stretched on a sunny bank he lay at rest, Ferns at his elbow, lilies round his knees, With sweet flesh patterned where the cool turf…
An Ode to Antares – Alan Seeger
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls his mate, and whippoorwills Clamor…
All That’s Not Love – Alan Seeger
All that’s not love is the dearth of my days, The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit, The temple in times without prayer, without…
After an Epigram of Clement Marot – Alan Seeger
The lad I was I longer now Nor am nor shall be evermore. Spring’s lovely blossoms from my brow Have shed their petals on the…
A Message to America – Alan Seeger
You have the grit and the guts, I know; You are ready to answer blow for blow You are virile, combative, stubborn, hard, But your…
