Edward Rodeson Taylor: The Poet and The Poem

I have, of late, steeped myself in a depth-study of a poet most people seem to be unaware of. Edward Robeson Taylor is an incredibly talented and prolific writer of sonnets. His sonnet of choice seems to be the French and the Italian forms. I intend to elaborate a little more in detail on this poet in an upcoming blog post, until then I thought I would share a couple of his short poems. 

As a side note, and I have mentioned this elsewhere, I am nothing less than astounded when it comes to how much content can be expressed in just a few smart lines of a poem. This astonishment is what first drew me to poetry, and the beauty of so many works read have since then kept me captive. 

The Poet

He crushed his heart for wine of song

The sordid souls of men to glad,

By him passed the scoffing throng,

Nor dreamed he was divinely mad. 

—Edward Robeson Taylor

The Poem

All Beauty’s magic-weaving airs

Blow through the Poet’s answering soul, 

Til thrilled with ecstasy he dares
The building of some flawless whole.  —Edward Robeson Taylor