Ah, Hemingway. The name so many of us in the US education system have come to associate with "wait, we're supposed to read HOW many pages?" The man who gave us gems like "write drunk, edit sober." He won the Nobel Prize in Literature, wrote prolificly throughout most of his life (with at least seven posthumous publications), served in WW1, and now, his greatest achievement to date, he is jumping on the poetry fad in these forums. Most of us are familiar with Hemingway's novels (The Old Man and the Sea,The Sun Also Rises, and A Farewell to Arms, to name a few) and short stories (I won't even go there). But did you know, Hemingway also wrote...poetry? Yes, far fewer have heard of Hemingway's poetry than his other works. There's an excellent reason for this: they're terrible. Following is a brief selection of his many poems, with notes where applicable. Some contain words not permitted in this game, and it will be noted where those words have been altered/removed. If you're a writer, and a normal human being, you most likely suffer from bouts of low self-esteem or self-doubt occasionally. Personally I highly recommend picking up a collection of Hemingway poems to help with this. "How can somebody who wrote such great texts be so bad at poetry?" "Oh my God, I hate writing poetry, but even mine is better than this!" "This guy was famous even though his poems suck, there's hope for me yet!" You get the picture. This revered literary figure definitely had things he was awful at. Am I biased? Probably. But since he's dead, I really don't feel a need to bolster his self esteem by crowing about "oh, your poems are sooo good!" kind of tripe. I can be brutally honest, and frankly his poetry carries more comedic value for me than anything else. So, enjoy the travesty of Hemingway poem-writing. I hope you get as much out of them as I do. All edits to make certain lines KaW-appropriate will be [bracketed]. Fun fact: the following poem was originally titled "Advice to My Son." Fun fact: this is one of numerous poems titled "Poem." Many of them were scrawled on odd pieces of paper. Ah, my favorite Hemingway poem! This one is full of fun facts that would take half the poem length to point out, so if you really like it you can look it up or ask me later. Fun fact: this was written in Paris. But even context can't help much. Fun fact: there's another poem titled "I Like Americans" that is also "By A Foreigner." Fun fact: the title of this poem was originally the title of a novel Hemingway abandoned. Another fun fact: Hemingway's dad made young Hemingway and a friend eat a porcupine after they killed it for no reason. Fun fact: this poem is often interpreted to mean an Italian POW camp, but critics also argue that it represents the Thrace evacuation in Greece in 1922, but that seems unlikely to me since the poem was written a year or two before then (the book it was published in was 1923). But I'm no historian. Fun fact: parts of this poem are borrowed from a work by Ezra Pound (remember her from the Soul of Spain?). Fun fact: the line "he could have died" was left out of some pulications of this poem.