Gamaliel Bradford

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

Ardor - Poem by Gamaliel Bradford

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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 about Ardor by Gamaliel Bradford

  • Rookie Deci Hernandez (6/11/2012 4:12:00 PM)

    if you have brains use'm and bronze the same. this is life. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Deci Hernandez (6/11/2012 4:11:00 PM)

    if you have brains use'm and bronze the same. this is life. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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