Archibald MacLeish

(7 May 1892 – 20 April 1982 / Glencoe, Illinois)

Archibald MacLeish Poems

1. Seafarer 2/7/2014
2. Way-Station 4/7/2010
3. De Votre Bonheur Il Ne Reste Que Vos Photos Sipsce… 4/7/2010
4. Ancestral 4/7/2010
5. Voyage 4/7/2010
6. The Rock In The Sea 4/7/2010
7. L'An Trentiesme De Mon Eage 4/7/2010
8. Nocturne 4/7/2010
9. The Sheep In The Ruins 4/7/2010
10. The Silent Slain 4/7/2010
11. Definition Of The Frontiers 4/7/2010
12. Unfinished History 4/7/2010
13. Before March 4/7/2010
14. Lines For A Prologue 4/7/2010
15. Liberty 4/7/2010
16. The Night Dream 4/7/2010
17. The Old Men In The Leaf Smoke 4/7/2010
18. Invocation To The Social Muse 4/7/2010
19. Immortal Autumn 4/7/2010
20. Not Marble Nor The Gilded Monuments 4/7/2010
21. Broken Promise 4/7/2010
22. Hypocrite Auteur 4/7/2010
23. Autumn 4/7/2010
24. The Too-Late Born 1/3/2003
25. The Young Dead Soldiers Do Not Speak 4/7/2010
26. Poem In Prose 1/3/2003
27. The Snowflake Which Is Now And Hence Forever 1/3/2003
28. Dr. Sigmund Freud Discovers The Sea Shell 1/3/2003
29. You, Andrew Marvell 1/3/2003
30. Two Poems From The War 1/3/2003
31. Baccalaureate 1/3/2003
32. An Eternity 1/3/2003
33. The End Of The World 1/3/2003
34. Ars Poetica 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Archibald MacLeish

Ars Poetica

A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit

Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb

Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown -

A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs

Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,

Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind -

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs

A poem should be equal to:
Not true

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The End Of The World

Quite unexpectedly, as Vasserot
The armless ambidextrian was lighting
A match between his great and second toe,
And Ralph the lion was engaged in biting
The neck of Madame Sossman while the drum
Pointed, and Teeny was about to cough
In waltz-time swinging Jocko by the thumb
Quite unexpectedly to top blew off:

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