Category: Uncategorized

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.
19th century, france, Frederic Mistral, french, Uncategorized

September 8, 2018

“Mirèio” by Frédéric Mistral (1830 – 1914)

“…Yet on that ravaged tree thou savest oft Some little branch inviolate aloft, Tender and airy up against the blue, Which the rude spoiler cannot win unto: Only the birds shall come and banquet there, When, at St. Magdalene’s, the fruit is fair…”
15th Century, Italian, Italy, Ludovico Ariosto, Uncategorized

September 8, 2018

“Orlando Furioso Canto 1” by Ludovico Ariosto (1474 – 1533)

“…For here was seized his dame of peerless charms, (How often human judgment wanders wide)! Whom in long warfare he had kept from harms, From western climes to eastern shores her guide…”
20th century, British Poetry, England, English, English poetry, European Poetry, Literature, Poetry, UK, Uncategorized, United Kingodm, women, women poets

September 7, 2018

“Clowns’ Houses” by Edith Sitwell (1887 – 1964)

“Blind are those houses, paper-thin Old shadows hid therein, With sly and crazy movements creep Like marionettes, and weep. ”
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, British Poetry, English poetry, European Poetry, Literature, Poetry, Uncategorized, United Kingdom, women, women poets

September 7, 2018

“By Candlelight” by Edith Sitwell (1887 – 1964)

#Poetry by #EdithSitwell— “Silence crowned this optimism— Not a sound and not a wail: But the fire (lush leafy vales) Watched the angry feathers fly.”