L Louis Untermeyer

Louis Untermeyer

30 şiir · 1885 — 1977 · United States

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Louis Untermeyer was an American poet, anthologist and literary critic who, in 1961, was granted the honour of being the nation’s 14th Poet Laureate in recognition of his lifetime’s work. He held this post for two years despite receiving unfavourable government attention at various times during his life due to his occasional Marxist proclamations and being a contributor to such left-wing publications as “The Masses” and “The Liberator”. He campaigned against the United States’ involvement in the First World War. His intelligent and ready wit made him one of the first panellists on a television quiz show called “What’s My Line” but, in 1951, he had to leave the show due to a campaign of protest against him by right-wing and military veteran associations. This was, of course, a time of fervent anti-communist feelings in the United States and it was enough to simply belong to “suspect” organisations to be on the receiving end of persecution. Louis Untermeyer was born in New York City in October 1885, the son of a prominent city jeweller. His mother sparked his interest in literature through her constant reading to him of some pretty grown up poetry. She favoured epic poems such as Ride and Hiawatha by Paul Revere. As he grew older he immersed himself in classics such as Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson and Dante’s Inferno. He dropped out of school early and began to write his own poetry while working in his father’s jewellery business until 1923. At this point he decided that he needed to concentrate full time on writing and he was inspired by literary friends such as Arthur Miller, Ezra Pound and Robert Frost. Throughout his life he was involved in the publication of over a hundred books. Some of these were his original work, some he assisted in editing. Others though were anthologies such as Bygones which was a collection of anecdotes and reflections on his married life which covered four marriages. One of these though (his second) lasted only one year. His fourth wife, Bryna Ivens, assisted him with the editing of a dozen books specifically for children. It can be said that the work of Louis Untermeyer spanned the age categories – he was just as likely to write for children as he was for grown-ups. His first publication was called First Love (1911), a collection of sentimental, undemanding poems. In marked contrast though, in 1914, he published Challenge which had strong social protest as a running theme throughout. In 1917 his collection These Times included the following gentle observation of the quiet life to be found on a typical New York city street. He called it A Side Street: Generally speaking it could be said that Untermeyer was drawn to protest movements and non-conformity right up to end of his life. In a 1970s article for one issue of the New York times, he said that he found himself: He spent a good deal of his life in his native New York city but moved to rural Connecticut as he got older, finding his home town both “unlovable and unliveable”. His new surroundings were more agreeable, and he found an appreciation in wild flowers and birds. He continued to write whenever he felt the need. He travelled extensively giving lectures on literary subjects across the United States and abroad, but restricted this in later life. He enjoyed trips to Salzburg, Milan and London whenever a musical festival took his fancy. Louis Untermeyer died on the 18th December, 1977 aged 92.

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(For My Father) I listened to them talking, talking,…

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On the warm Sunday afternoons And every evening in the Spring and Summer When the night hurries the late home-corner And the air grows softer, and scraps of tunes…

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The quiet and courageous night, A The keen vibration of the stars, Call me, from morbid peace, to fight The world's forlorn and desperate wars.…

Eleven o’clock, and the curtain falls. The cold wind tears the strands of illusion; The delicate music is lost In the blare of home-going crowds…

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I Pause, God, and ponder, ere Thou judgest me. Though it be doomsday, and the trampling winds…

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What are we bound for? What’s the yield Of all this energy and waste? Why do we spend ourselves and build With such an empty haste?…

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I never knew the earth had so much gold -- The fields run over with it, and this hill, Hoary and old, Is young with buoyant blooms that flame and thrill.…

How much of Godhood did it take -- What purging epochs had to pass, Ere I was fit for leaf and lake And worthy of the patient grass?…

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You have not conquered me—it is the surge Of love itself that beats against my will; It is the sting of conflict, the old urge That calls me still.…

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I could not pity your pain but I pitied the branches Losing what little the frost had left them to hold. I could not warm you with sorrow; I turned to the sparrows, Clustered like…

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Why are the things that have no death The ones with neither sight nor breath! Eternity is thrust upon A bit of earth, a senseless stone.…

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Here in this moonlit room, I watch you slip One shoulder from your dress and turn to me; A polished statue, flushing to the tip Of marble fingers gradually.…

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I waited and worked To win myself leisure, Till loneliness irked And I turned to raw pleasure.…

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Where, without bloodshed, can there be A more relentless enmity Than the long feud fought silently…

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