Category: American

20th century, America, American, American Poetry, Black History, Dream, European Poetry, Paul Laurence Dunbar, Poetry, United States

February 1, 2019

“Dreams” by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872 – 1906)

What dreams we have and how they flyLike rosy clouds across the sky;Of wealth, of fame, of sure success,Of love that comes to cheer and bless;And how they wither, how they fade,The waning wealth, the jilting jade –The fame that for a moment gleams,Then flies forever, -dreams, ah -dreams! O burning doubt and long regretO…
19th century, American, American Poetry, Emily Dickinson, new england, United States

January 1, 2019

“[There Is No Frigate Like] A Book” by Emily Dickinson

Here’s an excerpt from a #poem by Emily Dickinson, entitled, “[There is no Frigate like] A Book”: “…This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll – How frugal is the Chariot That bears the Human Soul – ”
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.
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).”
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.”
20th century, African-American, American, American Poetry, Claude McKay, Uncategorized

June 18, 2018

“The Harlem Dancer” by Claude McKay (1889 – 1948)

The wine-flushed, bold-eyed boys, and even the girls, Devoured her shape with eager, passionate gaze; But looking at her falsely-smiling face, I knew her self was not in that strange place.
20th century, American, American Poetry, Uncategorized, William Carlos Williams

June 18, 2018

“The Red Wheelbarrow” by William Carlos Williams (1883 – 1963)

“The Red Wheelbarrow” by William Carlos Williams, Read by Teyuna Trynea Darris so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.
21st Century, American, American Poetry, Uncategorized, United States, women, women poets

March 13, 2018

“What Kind of Times Are These” by ADRIENNE RICH (1929 – 2012)

“I won’t tell you where the place is, the dark mesh of the woods meeting the unmarked strip of light— ghost-ridden crossroads, leafmold paradise: I know already who wants to buy it, sell it, make it disappear.”
20th century, American, American Poetry, Poetry, Uncategorized, women, women poets

March 12, 2018

“Instruction” by HAZEL HALL (1886 – 1924)

Instruction By HAZEL HALL My hands that guide a needle In their turn are led Relentlessly and deftly As a needle leads a thread. Other hands are teaching My needle: when I sew I feel the cool, thin fingers Of hands I do not know. They urge my needle onward. They smooth my seams. until…