Faith

By Louis Untermeyer 1885–1977 Louis Untermeyer
What are we bound for? What’s the yield
   Of all this energy and waste?
Why do we spend ourselves and build
       With such an empty haste?

Wherefore the bravery we boast?
   How can we spend one laughing breath
When at the end all things are lost
       In ignorance and death? . . .

The stars have found a blazing course
   In a vast curve that cuts through space;
Enough for us to feel that force
       Swinging us through the days.

Enough that we have strength to sing
   And fight and somehow scorn the grave;
That Life’s too bold and bright a thing
       To question or to save.

Source: These Times (1917)

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Poet Louis Untermeyer 1885–1977

SCHOOL / PERIOD Modern

Subjects Religion, Faith & Doubt

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 Louis  Untermeyer

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Louis Untermeyer was the author, editor or compiler, and translator of more than one hundred books for readers of all ages. He will be best remembered as the prolific anthologist whose collections have introduced students to contemporary American poetry since 1919. The son of an established New York jeweler, Untermeyer's interest in poetry led to friendships with poets from three generations, including many of the century's . . .

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SUBJECT Religion, Faith & Doubt

SCHOOL / PERIOD Modern

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