Mark Van Doren (June 13, 1894 – December 10, 1972 / Hope, Illinois,)
Poems of Mark Van Doren
|1.||After Long Drought||1/3/2003|
|3.||Dunce Songs : 9||1/3/2003|
|4.||Farewell and Thanksgiving||1/3/2003|
|5.||He Loves Me||1/3/2003|
|8.||Our Lady Peace||1/3/2003|
|10.||The Deepest Dream||1/3/2003|
Equality is absolute or no.
Nothing between can stand. We are the sons
Of the same sire, or madness breaks and runs
Through the rude world. Ridiculous our woe
If single pity does not love it. So
Our separate fathers love us. No man shuns
His poorest child's embrace. We are the sons
Of such, or ground and sky are soon to go.