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The Complete Poems

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The Complete Poems contains every poem that John Crowe Ransom wrote, including his three books--Poems About God, Chills and Fever, and Two Gentlemen in Bonds--as well as the additional poems that appeared in the three editions of his Selected Poems. The volume also collects poems that were published only in newspapers and magazines, as well as a handful of poems that Ransom left in manuscript at the time of his death.



This variorum edition establishes the definitive text of each poem, collating Ransom's elaborate revisions, which he carried out throughout his lifetime. Detailed annotations identify sources, parse obscure allusions, and highlight the archaic language central to Ransom's poetic technique. Edited by Ashby Bland Crowder, this volume constitutes an authoritative scholarly edition of Ransom's poetry, providing an essential resource for the study of twentieth-century American literature.

408 pages, Paperback

Published June 12, 2019

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Parktaki Ördeğe Dizeler

Uzun ışık sallanıyor göl üzerinde,
Sabah sarsıntısının güçleri,
Şafak patiska boyunca eğimli,
Su kertenkelesi ya da ölümcül yılan yok burada
Yalnızca gönülsüz bir taş sektiriş.
Sabahın ışıltısını gördüm,
Ekmeğim ve Şarabım vardı,
Bırakın kuş tüyü ölümcüller alsın,
Onların ölümcül haklarını,
Ekmek aşırma ve parmaklamayı da,
Kıvranan solucandan kolaydır;
Çünkü bilirim, sen de bilmelisin
Yakın zamanda kıvranan solucan deneyecektir
Bizim iyi korunmuş kayıtsızlığımızı.
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Lines to a Duck in the Park

The long light shakes across the lake,
The forces of the morning quake,
The dawn is slant across the lawn,
Here is no eft or mortal snake
But only sluggish duck and drake.
I have seen the morning shine,
I have had the Bread and Wine,
Let the feathered mortals take
That which is their mortal due,
Pinching bread and finger too,
Easier had than squirming worm;
For I know, and so should you
That soon the enquiring worm shall try
Our well-preserved complacency.

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