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: : Does anyone know of poetry by Jack London? : : I have read his best known works, but never any poetry. A friend has been igned to find poetry by him. Thanks for any help. : An interesting ignment! Jack London wanted to write poetry, but he wasn't very good at it. : Probably your best bet is "The Acorn Planter," which you can find online at : http://sunsite.berkeley.edu/London/Writings/ : It is a play, about Indians, much of which is in verse. Mostly free verse, some rhyming. It's awful, really, REALLY awful. In my opinion. Here's a sample: : MATING SONG : DEW-WOMAN : : In the morning by the river, : In the evening at the fire, : In the night when all lay sleeping, : Torn was I with life's desire. : There were stirrings 'neath my heart-beats : Of the dreams that came to me; : In my ears were whispers, voices, : Of the children yet to be. : RED CLOUD : (AS RED CLOUD sings, DEW-WOMAN steals from behind a tree and approaches him.) : : In the morning by the river : Saw I first my maid of dew, : Daughter of the dew and dawnlight, : Of the dawn and honey-dew. : She was laughter, she was sunlight, : Woman, maid, and mate, and wife; : She was sparkle, she was gladness, : She was all the song of life. : DEW-WOMAN : : In the night I built my fire, : Fire that maidens foster when : In the ripe of mating season : Each builds for her man of men. : : RED CLOUD : In the night I sought her, proved her, : Found her ease, content, and rest, : After day of toil and struggle : Man's reward on woman's . : : DEW-WOMAN : : Came to me my mate and lover; : Kind the hands he laid on me; : Wooed me gently as a man may, : Father of the race to be. : : RED CLOUD : : Soft her arms about me bound me, : First man of the Nishinam, : Arms as soft as dew and dawnlight, : Daughter of the Nishinam. : : RED CLOUD : She was life and she was woman! : DEW-WOMAN : He was life and he was man! : RED CLOUD AND DEW-WOMAN : (Arms about each other.) : : In the dusk-time of our love-night, : There beside the marriage fire, : Proved we all the sweets of living, : In the arms of our desire.

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