Arthur Guiterman Poems

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Arthur Guiterman
Arthur Guiterman (November 20, 1871 - January 11, 1943) was an American writer best known for his humorous poems. He was born of American parents in Vienna, graduated from the College of the City of New York in 1891, and was married in 1909 to Vida Lindo. He was an editor of the Woman's Home Companion and the Literary Digest. In 1910, he cofounded the Poetry Society of America, and later served as its president in 1925-26. An example of his humour is a poem that talks about modern progress, with rhyming couplets such as "First dentistry was painless;/Then bicycles were chainless".

the great tyrannosaurus
The Great Tyrannosaurus
Lived centuries ago;
Through marshes wet and porous
He ra... [read poem]
what indians?

April 9, 1999, 9:15 A.M.
Snow in soft wet knots
coming d... [read poem]
making quiltwork
Like the coat of many colors, the letters, scraps,
all those odds and bits we live by, we have ... [read poem]
mid-america prayer
Standing again
within and among all things,
Standing with each other
as sisters and b... [read poem]
long house valley poem
the valley is in northeastern Arizona
... [read poem]
blind curse
You could drive blind
for those two seconds
and they would be forever.
I think that a... [read poem]
a pretty woman
We came to the edge
of the mesa
and looked below.

We could see
the shallo... [read poem]
burning river
I will tell my son over and over again,
"Do not let the rivers burn."
Mountains must stand... [read poem]
the margins where we live
Overnight, the air froze.
Crystallized. Now, a thin breath
lies on the prairie hills.... [read poem]
notes on the steps of the san diego bus depot
Across the street
America is putting together
another Federal Building.
The Wisconsin... [read poem]
now winter nights enlarge
Now winter nights enlarge
The number of their hours,
And clouds their storms discharge... [read poem]
a new story
Several years ago,
I was a patient at the VA hospital
in Ft, Lyons, Colorado.
I got a... [read poem]
storming toward a precipice
A diesel freight truck
roars toward us.
A precipice is no mirage
for its metal plunge... [read poem]
what one approves, another scorns
What one approves,
another scorns,
and thus
his nature each discloses.
You find ... [read poem]
portrait of a poet with a console tv in hand
I bought that TV at John's TV
on College Avenue in San Diego
and lugged it all the way hom... [read poem]
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