On Tue, 19 Feb 2013 11:55:36 -0500, Nancy Gish <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> It's still bad poetry, and I think what is fascinating is how quickly he
developed. This is from 1905. By the time he is at Harvard, he's writing
"The Death of Saint Narcissus."
>That seems to me the really important issue on this "poem." And anyway, as
I said, poems for graduation and other occasions often defeat even very
mature and accomplished poets. It's hard to say anything that is not a cliche.
And in 1910, at about the same time as "The Death of Saint Narcissus" he
wrote another graduation poem. At least this one doesn't take as much time
For the hour that is left us Fair Harvard, with thee,
Ere we face the importunate years,
In thy shadow we wait, while thy presence dispels
Our vain hesitations and fears.
And we turn as thy sons ever turn, in the strength
Of the hopes that thy blessings bestow,
From the hopes and ambitions that sprang at thy feet
To the thoughts of the past as we go.
Yet for all of these years that to-morrow has lost
We are still the less able to grieve,
With so much that of Harvard we carry away
In the place of the life that we leave.
And only the years that efface and destroy
Give us also the vision to see
What we owe for the future, the present, and past,
Fair Harvard, to thine and to thee.