#edwin markham

[kamreadsandrecs]

How Will the Future Judge Our Own Gilded Age?

At the end of the Gilded Age, Edwin Markham’s poem “The Man with the Hoe” became an ideological litmus test, polarizing the American public

[kammartinez]

How Will the Future Judge Our Own Gilded Age?

At the end of the Gilded Age, Edwin Markham’s poem “The Man with the Hoe” became an ideological litmus test, polarizing the American public

[maky]

[dabiconcordia]

Ah, great it is to believe

Ah, great it is to believe the dream As we stand in youth by the starry stream; But a greater thing is to fight life through And say at the end, the dream came true! by Edwin Markham

[dabiconcordia]

The Tragedy

Oh, the fret of the brain, And the wounds and the worry; Oh, the thought of love and the thought of death— And the soul in its silent hurry.

But the stars break above, And the fields flower under; And the tragical life of man goes on, Surrounded by beauty and wonder. by Edwin Markham

[notimjustagirl]

-Edwin Markham-

[thelonelybrilliance]

The Night Moths

by Edwin Markham

Out of the night to my leafy porch they came, A thousand moths. Did He who made the toad Give them their wings upon the starry road? Restless and wild, they circle round the flame, Frail wonder-shapes that man can never tame— Whirl like the blown flakes of December snows, Tinted with amber, violet and rose, Marked with hieroglyphs that have no name. Out of the summer darkness pours the flight: Unknown the wild processional they keep. What lures them to this rush of mad delight? Why are they called from nothingness and sleep? Why this rich beauty wandering the night? Do they go lost and aimless to the deep?

[the-dose-makes-the-poison]

Preparedness

For all your days prepare,

   And meet them ever alike:

When you are the anvil, bear—

   When you are the hammer, strike.

Edwin Markham