Who is Archibald Macleish

Archibald MacLeish (May 7, 1892 – April 20, 1982) was an American poet and writer who was associated with the modernist school of poetry. MacLeish studied English at Yale University and law at Harvard University. He enlisted in and saw action during the First World War and lived in Paris in the 1920s. On returning to the US, he contributed to Henry Luce's magazine Fortune from 1929 to 1938. For five years MacLeish was Librarian of Congress, a post he accepted at the urging of President Franklin D. Roosevelt. From 1949 to 1962, MacLeish was Boylston Professor of Rhetoric and Oratory at Harvard University. MacLeish was awarded three Pulitzer Prizes for his work.

Early years MacLeish was born in Glencoe, Illinois. His father, Scottish-born Andrew MacLeish, w...
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Archibald Macleish Poems

  • The Young Dead Soldiers Do Not Speak
    The young dead soldiers do not speak.

    Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses:
    who has not heard them? ...
  • Hypocrite Auteur
    mon semblable, mon frère
    (1)
    Our epoch takes a voluptuous satisfaction
    In that perspective of the action ...
  • Definition Of The Frontiers
    First there is the wind but not like the familiar wind but long and without lapses or falling away or surges of air as is usual but rather like the persistent pressure of a river or a running tide.

    This wind is from the other side and has an odor unlike the odor of the winds with us but like time if time had odor and were cold and carried a bitter and sharp taste like rust on the taste of snow or the fragrance of thunder.
    ...
  • Autumn
    Sun smudge on
    the smoky water

    ...
  • The Rock In The Sea
    Think of our blindness where the water burned!
    Are we so certain that those wings, returned
    And turning, we had half discerned
    Before our dazzled eyes had surely seen ...
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Top 10 most used topics by Archibald Macleish

Night 11 Sea 10 Water 10 World 9 Dark 9 Sun 9 Wind 8 Earth 7 Long 7 Light 7


Archibald Macleish Quotes

  • It is not in the world of ideas that life is lived. Life is lived for better or worse in life, and to a man in life, his life can be no more absurd than it can be the opposite of absurd, whatever that opposite may be.
  • Once you permit those who are convinced of their own superior rightness to censor and silence and suppress those who hold contrary opinions, just at that moment the citadel has been surrendered. For the American citadel is a man. Not man in general. Not man in the abstract. Not the majority of men. But man. That man. His worth. His uniqueness.
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  • Naseldangbata: "there is only one thing more painful than learning from experience and that is not learning from experience." - archibald macleish happy 25th frankianas
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  • Cerebralwisdom: freedom is the right to choose: the right to create for oneself the alternatives of choice. without the possibility of choice and the exercise of choice a man is not a man but a member, an instrument, a thing. - archibald macleish
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Sonnet Lii: What? Dost Thou Mean
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What? Dost thou mean to cheat me of my heart?
To take all mine and give me none again?
Or have thine eyes such magic or that art
That what they get they ever do retain?
Play not the tyrant, but take some remorse;
Rebate thy spleen, if but for pity's sake;
Or, cruel, if thou canst not, let us 'scourse,
And, for one piece of thine, my whole heart take.
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