Baseball poetry
Casey at the Bat
by Ernest Lawrence Thayer
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day:
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game...
by Ernest Lawrence Thayer
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day:
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game...
(click on the title link to read the whole baseball story.)
Baseball and Writing
by Marianne Moore
Fanaticism? No. Writing is exciting
and baseball is like writing.
You can never tell with either
how it will go
or what you will do;
generating excitement--
a fever in the victim--
pitcher, catcher, fielder, batter.
Victim in what category?
Owlman watching from the press box?
To whom does it apply?
Who is excited? Might it be I?
It's a pitcher's battle all the way--a duel--
a catcher's, as, with cruel
puma paw, ...
by Marianne Moore
Fanaticism? No. Writing is exciting
and baseball is like writing.
You can never tell with either
how it will go
or what you will do;
generating excitement--
a fever in the victim--
pitcher, catcher, fielder, batter.
Victim in what category?
Owlman watching from the press box?
To whom does it apply?
Who is excited? Might it be I?
It's a pitcher's battle all the way--a duel--
a catcher's, as, with cruel
puma paw, ...
(click on the title link to more of this baseball drama and find out who said, "I'm very satisfied. We won."
From The Complete Poems of Marianne Moore.
Copyright © 1961 Marianne Moore, ©
renewed 1989 by Lawrence E. Brinn and Louise Crane,
executors of the Estate of Marianne Moore.
