The Poems of Henry Timrod.

by Henry Timrod

Presents Ethnogenesis, The Cotton Boll, and other verses by the mid-nineteenth-century Southerner known for his intensely emotional poems written in classical forms

Genres: Poetry, American

232 pages, Hardcover

First published January 1, 1972

About the author

Timrod was born on December 8, 1828, in Charleston, South Carolina, to a family of German descent. His grandfather Heinrich Dimroth emigrated to the United States in 1765 and Anglicized his name. His father was an officer in the Seminole Wars and a poet himself. The elder Timrod died on July 28, 1838, at the age of 44; his son was nine. A few years later, their home burned down, leaving the family impoverished.

Reviews

[Charles van Buren · Rating 5 out of 5]

One of the great under appreciated poets

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I am not normally a fan of poetry, but in high school, a teacher I trusted suggested that I try Timrod. She mentioned that he was considered to be the South's third great poet after Edgar Allen Poe and Sidney Lanier. I tried his work and HARK TO THE SHOUTING WIND is now a poem I usually reread whenever we have a great storm. Our six year old does not fully understand it, but it seems to resonate with her. At least during the storm. My American lit professor at university did her master's thesis on Timrod and considered him to be one of the most unappreciated American poets. Even though some of his work is a bit sentimental by modern standards, that did not prevent Bob Dylan from borrowing from Timrod for his album, Modern Times. Some have noted that Timrod can be spelled from the title of Dylan's album. I do not know if that is significant.

[Andre · Rating 3 out of 5]

Historically important, I guess, and interesting to a fan of Bob Dylan, but not great... and at times clearly on the wrong side of history.

[Paul/Suzette Graham · Rating 5 out of 5]

There are few (if any) to compete with Timrod. I read the entire volume out loud and felt as though I’d crossed over into some enchanted Southern landscape—still pure and unmolested by Yankee hordes of old and the new vandals who would take what little we have left of our legitimate and praiseworthy patrimony...
To know the South is to know her poets. I’m more convinced of this than before I read this edition of Timrod’s works!