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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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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  • Matthewjdowd: rip writer archibald macleish, died today 1982 “a man who lives, not by what he loves but what he hates, is a sick man. “we knock upon silence for an answering music. “there is only one thing more painful than learning from experience and that is not learning from experience.
  • Drmardy: "a man who lives, not by what he loves but what he hates, is a sick man." archibald macleish (died april 20, 1982). no way to live.
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Morality
 by Matthew Arnold

We cannot kindle when we will
The fire which in the heart resides;
The spirit bloweth and is still,
In mystery our soul abides.
But tasks in hours of insight will'd
Can be through hours of gloom fulfill'd.

With aching hands and bleeding feet
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