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.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 4, 2012



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