Edwin Markham
Edwin Markham
Edwin Markhamwas an American poet. From 1923 to 1931 he was Poet Laureate of Oregon...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth23 April 1852
CountryUnited States of America
rust
It is better to rust out than wear out.
destiny goes lives none others send
There is a destiny That makes us brothers: None goes his way alone: All that we send into the lives of others Comes back into our own.
days meet
For all your days prepare, And meet them ever alike: When you are the anvil, bear-When you are the hammer, strike.
two rights slave
By a divine paradox, wherever there is one slave there are two
heart sky cyclones
At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky is a place of central calm.
fall hands forever
No soul can be forever banned, Eternally bereft, Whoever falls from God's right hand Is caught into his left.
love law littles
Here is the Truth in a little creed, Enough for all the roads we go: In Love is all the law we need, In Christ is all the God we know.
heart sky clouds
At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky And flinging the cloud and the towers by, Is a place of central calm: So here in the roar of mortal things, I have a place where my spirit sings, In the hollow of God's Palm.
fear school shrines
I fear the vermin that shall undermineSenate and citadel and school and shrine.
two rights levels
By a divine paradox, wherever there is one slave there are two. So in the wonderful reciprocities of being, we can never reach the higher levels until all our fellows ascend with us.
fighting broken soldier
Fight ever on: this earthly stuff If used God’s way will be enough. Face to the firing line o friend Fight out life’s battle to the end. One soldier, when the fight was red, Threw down his broken sword and fled. Another snatched it, won the day, With what his comrade flung away.
love life peace
He drew a circle that shut me out- Heretic , rebel, a thing to flout. But love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle and took him In ! From the poem " Outwitted
heart sky white
Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.
men cities world
We are all blind until we see That in the human plan Nothing is worth the making If it does not make the man. Why build these cities glorious If man unbuilded goes? We build the world in vain Unless the builders also grow.