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
reading book bread
He fed his spirit with the bread of books
feet earth green
The thing that is incredible is life itself. Why should we be here in this sun-illuminated universe? Why should there be green earth under our feet?
inspirational life memories
We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.
inspirational preparation anvils
For all your days be prepared, and meet them ever alike. When you are the anvil, bear - when you are the hammer, strike.
grief heart space
Only the soul that knows the mighty grief can know the mighty rapture. Sorrows come to stretch out spaces in the heart for joy.
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 slave
By a divine paradox, wherever there is one slave there are two
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
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.
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.
grief heart wind
Defeat may serve as well as victory To shake the soul and let the glory out. When the great oak is straining in the wind, The boughs drink in new beauty and the trunk Sends down a deeper root on the windward side. Only the soul that knows the mighty grief Can know the mighty rapture, Sorrows come To stretch out spaces in the heart for joy.
men people he-man
Lincoln, the Man of the People