Poetry

She comes like the hush and beauty of the night,
And sees too deep for laughter;
Her touch is a vibration and a light
From worlds before and after.

More poems by Edwin Markham

The Man with the Hoe

Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,
The emptiness of ages in his face, …
“The Man with the Hoe”

Written after Seeing Millet’s World-Famous Painting
“God made man in His own image,
In the image of God made He him.” …
A Look into the Gulf

I looked one night, and there Semiramis,
With all her mourning doves about her head,
Sat rocking on an ancient road of Hell, …
Joy of the Morning

I hear you, little bird,
Shouting a-swing above the broken wall.
Shout louder yet: no song can tell it all. …