Gamaliel Bradford

(9 October 1863 - 11 April 1932 / Boston, Massachusetts)

Gamaliel Bradford Poems

1. Ardor 1/3/2003
2. Hunger 1/3/2003
3. The Riot 1/3/2003
4. Disorder 4/21/2010
5. Leaves 1/3/2003
6. The Congregation 1/3/2003
7. Exit God 1/3/2003
8. Rousseau 1/3/2003
9. Fear 4/4/2012
10. God 4/4/2012
11. Robert E. Lee 4/4/2012
12. A Thousand Years 4/4/2012
13. God 4/4/2012
14. Taken All Together 4/4/2012
15. Expenses 4/4/2012
16. Heinelet Ii 4/4/2012
17. Things Of Clay 4/4/2012
18. Greeks 4/4/2012
19. The Curtain 4/4/2012
20. The Best Of All 4/4/2012
21. Perhaps 4/4/2012
22. The Pursuit 4/4/2012
23. Brown Leaves 4/4/2012
24. I Might-And I Might Not 4/4/2012
25. Fleas 4/4/2012
26. The Drone 4/4/2012
27. Who Cares? 4/4/2012
28. Seals 4/4/2012
29. Heinelet I 4/4/2012
30. Anacreon's Apology 4/4/2012
31. My Youth 4/4/2012
32. Why? 4/4/2012
33. The Divagator 4/4/2012
34. The Tickle 4/4/2012
35. The Idle Wind 4/4/2012
36. Imagination 4/4/2012
37. Comedy 4/4/2012
38. Nerves 4/4/2012
39. The Pack 4/4/2012
40. Winds Of Wrath 4/4/2012
Best Poem of Gamaliel Bradford

Ardor

Others make verses of grace.
Mine are all muscle and sinew.
Others can picture your face.
But I all the tumult within you.

Others can give you delight,
And delight I confess is worth giving.
But my songs must tickle and bite
And burn with the ardor of living

Read the full of Ardor

Rousseau

That odd, fantastic ass, Rousseau,
Declared himself unique.
How men persist in doing so,
Puzzles me more than Greek.

The sins that tarnish whore and thief
Beset me every day.
My most ethereal belief
Inhabits common clay.

[Hata Bildir]