Welcome to this website honoring the life and works of . . .


Robert Penn Warren

1905 - 1989

1905 - 1989


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This is the birthplace of Robert Penn Warren. He lived at this house for a very short time. After his leaving this house the house sold several times until being purchased by a group of local residents named The Committee For the Preservation of The Robert Penn Warren Birthplace In Todd County.

The house is open to visitors singly and in groups and contains items involved with Warren's life. For sale are books both by Warren and about Warren.

The house is open for visitation during the hours: Tuesday thru Saturday: 11:30AM-3:30PM CST Sunday: 2PM-4PM CST CLOSED MONDAY. OTHER HOURS BY SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT . DIAL 270-483-2683 For Information.
Click here for a map to the home.

Robert Penn Warren Birthplace Museum

Third and Cherry Streets,

Guthrie, Kentucky 42234

Telephone:

270-483-2683


What Voice at Moth-Hour

What voice at moth-hour did I hear calling

As I stood in the orchard while the white

Petals of apple blossoms were falling,

Whiter than moth-wing in that twilight?

What voice did I hear as I stood by the stream,

Bemused in the murmurous wisdom there uttered,

While ripples at stone, in their steely gleam,

Caught last light before it was shuttered?

What voice did I hear as I wandered alone

In a premature night of cedar, beech, oak,

Each foot set soft, then still as stone

Standing to wait while the first owl spoke?

The voice that I heard once at dew-fall, I now

Can hear by a simple trick. If I close

My eyes, in that dusk I again know

The feel of damp grass between bare toes,

Can see the last zigzag, sky-skittering, high,

Of a bullbat, and even hear, far off, from

Swamp-cover, the whip-o-will, and as I

Once heard, hear the voice: It's late! Come home.

What Voice at Moth-Hour from

--"Rumor Verified": Copyright 1980 by
Robert Penn Warren--Reprinted by
permission of William Morris Agency,
Inc. on behalf of the Author

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