John Crowe Ransom (April 30, 1888, Pulaski, Tennessee – July 3, 1974, Gambier, Ohio) was an American poet, essayist, magazine editor, and professor.
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“Out of the darkness where Philomela sat,
Her fairy numbers issued. What then ailed me?
My ears are called capacious but they failed me,
Her classics registered a little flat!
I rose, and venomously spat.”
—John Crowe Ransom (1888–1974)
“And a wandering beauty is a blade out of its scabbard.
You know how dangerous, gentlemen of threescore?
May you know it yet ten more.”
—John Crowe Ransom (1888–1974)
“Show me a man who feels bitterly toward John Brown, and let me hear what noble verse he can repeat. He’ll be as dumb as if his lips were stone.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
“Alas,
For the tireless heart within the little
Lady with rod that made them rise
From their noon apple-dreams, and scuttle
Goose-fashion under the skies!”
—John Crowe Ransom (1888–1974)
“For even within his tent she accomplished his derision;
She loosed one veil and another, standing unafraid;
And he perished.”
—John Crowe Ransom (1888–1974)