John Crowe Ransom

(30 April 1888 - 3 July 1974 / Pulaski Tennessee)

John Crowe Ransom Poems

1. November 3/31/2010
2. Sickness 3/31/2010
3. The Cloak Model 3/31/2010
4. One Who Rejects Christ 3/31/2010
5. Street Light 3/31/2010
6. The Ingrate 3/31/2010
7. Overtures 3/31/2010
8. Vaunting Oak 3/31/2010
9. The Resurrection 3/31/2010
10. Sunset 3/31/2010
11. The Bachelor 3/31/2010
12. The Four Roses 3/31/2010
13. The Lover 3/31/2010
14. The Swimmer 3/31/2010
15. Prayer 3/31/2010
16. Roses 3/31/2010
17. Romance Of A Youngest Daughter 3/31/2010
18. The Christian 3/31/2010
19. The School 3/31/2010
20. Noonday Grace 3/31/2010
21. Moonlight 3/31/2010
22. Friendship 3/31/2010
23. Under The Locusts 3/31/2010
24. Eclogue 3/31/2010
25. Morning 3/31/2010
26. Miriam Tazewell 3/31/2010
27. Darkness 3/31/2010
28. Two In August 3/31/2010
29. Wrestling 3/31/2010
30. The Power Of God 3/31/2010
31. April Treason 3/31/2010
32. Men 3/31/2010
33. Geometry 3/31/2010
34. Grace 3/31/2010
35. Spectral Lovers 3/31/2010
36. April 3/31/2010
37. A Christmas Colloquy 3/31/2010
38. Worship 3/31/2010
39. Dumb-Bells 3/31/2010
40. By The Riverside 3/31/2010
Best Poem of John Crowe Ransom

Blue Girls

Twirling your blue skirts, travelling the sward
Under the towers of your seminary,
Go listen to your teachers old and contrary
Without believing a word.

Tie the white fillets then about your hair
And think no more of what will come to pass
Than bluebirds that go walking on the grass
And chattering on the air.

Practice your beauty, blue girls, before it fail;
And I will cry with my loud lips and publish
Beauty which all our power shall never establish,
It is so frail.

For I could tell you a story which is true;
I know a woman with ...

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Captain Carpenter

Captain Carpenter rose up in his prime
Put on his pistols and went riding out
But had got wellnigh nowhere at that time
Till he fell in with ladies in a rout.

It was a pretty lady and all her train
That played with him so sweetly but before
An hour she'd taken a sword with all her main
And twined him of his nose for evermore.

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