Gamaliel Bradford

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

Greeks - Poem by Gamaliel Bradford

You really can't imagine how I love the ancient Greeks.
I love the dancing language where their mobile spirit speaks.
I love the songs of Homer, flowing on like streams of light,
With a touch of human kindness in the splendid shock of fight.

I love the Alexandrians whose inimitable grace
Filled the world with piping shepherds, though a far from piping place.
But my chief delight, like Arnold's, is the glory of the nine, Passion, laughter, deathless beauty, on the Attic stage divine.

Comments about Greeks by Gamaliel Bradford

  • Gold Star - 5,735 Points Neran Sati (9/22/2015 4:05:00 PM)

    It looks like part of the letter, introducing himself to somebody he met, caring about his opinion.. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 10,656 Points David Wood (9/22/2015 4:46:00 AM)

    This is not a poem it's a statement. (Report) Reply

    Gold Star - 28,812 Points Kim Barney (9/22/2015 3:27:00 PM)

    Oh, it's a poem, all right. It has a definite rhyme pattern (and a good one) .

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 4, 2012

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