Ardor Poem by Gamaliel Bradford

Ardor

Rating: 3.1


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

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 22 January 2016

Excellent. We are living in fortunate times when we can read at the touch of a button such great writings as this! I cannot argue with his argument- his love is deep and true.

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Deci Hernandez 11 June 2012

if you have brains use'm and bronze the same. this is life.

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Deci Hernandez 11 June 2012

if you have brains use'm and bronze the same. this is life.

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Gamaliel Bradford

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Boston, Massachusetts
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