Category: women poets
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“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…
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“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— …”
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“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.
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“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.
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“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,…
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“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…”
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“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.”
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“To Her Father with Some Verses” by Anne Bradstreet (1612 – 1672)
To Her Father with Some Verses BY ANNE BRADSTREET Most truly honoured, and as truly dear, If worth in me or ought I do appear, Who can of right better demand the same Than may your worthy self from whom it came? The principal might yield a greater sum, Yet handled ill, amounts but to…
