Category: American Poetry

19th century, American Poetry, Hilda Doolittle, Imagist, Uncategorized, United States, women poets

September 10, 2018

“Eurydice” by Hilda “H.D. ” Doolittle (1886 – 1961)

“Eurydice” by Hilda “H.D.” Doolittle I So you have swept me back, I who could have walked with the live souls above the earth, I who could have slept among the live flowers at last; so for your arrogance and your ruthlessness I am swept back where dead lichens drip dead cinders upon moss of…
19th century, American Poetry, Hilda Doolittle, Imagist, Uncategorized, women poets

September 10, 2018

“Evening” by Hilda Doolittle (1886 – 1961)

“Evening” by Hilda Doolittle The light passes from ridge to ridge, from flower to flower— the hepaticas, wide-spread under the light grow faint— the petals reach inward, the blue tips bend toward the bluer heart and the flowers are lost. The cornel-buds are still white, but shadows dart from the cornel-roots— black creeps from root to…
19th century, American Poetry, Hilda Doolittle, Imagist, Uncategorized, United States, women poets

September 10, 2018

“Cities” by Hilda Doolittle (1886 – 1961)

“…So he built a new city, ah can we believe, not ironically but for new splendour constructed new people to lift through slow growth to a beauty unrivalled yet— …”
19th century, African-American, America, American, American Poetry, Georgia Douglas Johnson, Harlem Renaissance, Uncategorized, women poets

September 10, 2018

“Quest” by Georgia Douglas Johnson (1880 – 1966)

Quest BY GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON The phantom happiness I sought O’er every crag and moor; I paused at every postern gate, And knocked at every door; In vain I searched the land and sea, E’en to the inmost core, The curtains of eternal night Descend—my search is o’er.
19th century, African-American, America, American, American Poetry, Georgia Douglas Johnson, Harlem Renaissance, Uncategorized, women, women poets

September 10, 2018

“My Little Dreams by Georgia Douglas Johnson (1880 – 1966)

My Little Dreams BY GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON I’m folding up my little dreams Within my heart tonight, And praying I may soon forget The torture of their sight. For time’s deft fingers scroll my brow With fell relentless art— I’m folding up my little dreams Tonight, within my heart.
20th century, American Poetry, Elinor Morton Wylie, General, Literature, Poetry, United States, women, women poets

September 7, 2018

“Fire and Sleet and Candlelight” by Elinor Morton Wylie (1885 – 1928)

“Fire and Sleet and Candlelight” by ELINOR MORTON WYLIE For this you’ve striven Daring, to fail: Your sky is riven Like a tearing veil. For this, you’ve wasted Wings of your youth; Divined, and tasted Bitter springs of truth. From sand unslakèd Twisted strong cords, And wandered naked Among trysted swords. There’s a word unspoken,…
19th century, American, American Poetry, British Poetry, England, English, English poetry, European Poetry, Literature, Poetry, UK, Uncategorized, United Kingodm

September 7, 2018

“What the Goose-Girl Said About the Dean” by EDITH SITWELL (1887 – 1964)

“Whence he lies snoring like the moon Clownish-white all afternoon. Beneath the trees’ arsenical Sharp woodwind tunes; heretical— Blown like the wind’s mane (Creaking woodenly again).”
18th Century, American Poetry, Uncategorized, women poets

September 4, 2018

“The Watcher” by SARAH JOSEPHA HALE (1787 – 1900)

#Poetry by Sarah Josepha Hale— “…A hundred lights are glancing In yonder mansion fair, And merry feet are dancing— They heed not morning there…”
20th century, American, American Poetry, Elinor Wylie, Literature, Poetry, Uncategorized, United States, women, women poets

September 3, 2018

“Bells in the Rain” by Elinor Wylie (1885 – 1928)

“Peace falls unheeded on the dead Asleep; they have had deep peace to drink; Upon a live man’s bloody head It falls most tenderly, I think.”
19th century, American Poetry, Eugene Field, Literature, Poetry, Uncategorized, United States

September 2, 2018

“Wynken, Blynken, and Nod” by Eugene Field (1850–1895)

“The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe, And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew.”