Robert Penn Warren
Robert Penn Warren was an American poet, novelist, and literary critic and was one of the founders of New Criticism. He was also a charter member of the Fellowship of Southern Writers. He founded the influential literary journal The Southern Review with Cleanth Brooks in 1935. He received the 1947 Pulitzer Prize for the Novel for his novel All the King's Men (1946) and the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1958 and 1979. He is the only person to have won Pulitzer Prizes for both fiction and poetry. more »
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Robert Penn Warren Poems
From plane of light to plane, wings dipping through Geometries and orchids that the sunset builds, Out of the peak's black angularity of shadow, riding The last tumultuous avalanche of
Tell Me a Story
Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stood By a dirt road, in first dark, and heard The great geese hoot northward.
In silence the heart raves.It utters words Meaningless, that never had A meaning.I was ten, skinny, red-headed,
A Way to Love God
Here is the shadow of truth, for only the shadow is true. And the line where the incoming swell from the sunset Pacific First leans and staggers to break will tell all you need to know About submarine geography, and your father's death rattle
I saw the hawk ride updraft in the sunset over Wyoming. It rose from coniferous darkness, past gray jags Of mercilessness, past whiteness, into the gloaming Of dream-spectral light above the lazy purity of snow-snags.
San Francisco Night Windows
So hangs the hour like fruit fullblown and sweet, Our strict and desperate avatar, Despite that antique westward gulls lament Over enormous waters which retreat
You will have to wait. Until it. Until The last owl hoot has quavered to a Vibrant silence and you realize thre is no breathing Beside you, and dark curdles toward dawn. Until
Dead Horse In Field
In the last, far field, half-buried In barberry bushes red-fruited, the thoroughbred Lies dead, left foreleg shattered below knee, A .30-30 in heart. In distance,
Quotationsmore quotations »
''Storytelling and copulation are the two chief forms of amusement in the South. They're inexpensive and easy to procure.''Robert Penn Warren (b. 1905), U.S. poet, novelist. quoted in Newsweek (New York, Aug. 25, 1980).
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From plane of light to plane, wings dipping through
Geometries and orchids that the sunset builds,
Out of the peak's black angularity of shadow, riding
The last tumultuous avalanche of
Light above pines and the guttural gorge,
The hawk comes.
Scythes down another day, his motion
Is that of the honed steel-edge, we hear
The crashless fall of stalks of Time.
The head of each stalk is heavy with the gold of our error.
Look!Look!he is climbing the last light
Who knows neither Time nor error, and under
Whose eye, unforgiving, the world, ...