Category: women poets
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A Eros (To Eros) by ALFONSIA STORNI (1892 – 1938)
“…y vi en el suelo tu floreal corona. Como a un muñeco destripé tu vientre y examiné sus ruedas engañosas y muy envuelta en sus poleas de oro…”
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“They’ve Come” by ALFONSIA STORNI (1892 – 1938)
“My mother smiled as those who understand souls tend to do; She placed two hands on my shoulders. She’s staring at me . . .”
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“Little Little Man” by ALFONSIA STORNI (1892 – 1938)
“I am that canary, little little man, leave me to fly. I was in your cage, little little man…”
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“Lighthouse in the Night” by ALFONSIA STORNI (1892 – 1938)
“when the mortal heart looks for me in the chest? Look at the black rock where it is nailed down…”
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“Regret” by OLIVIA WARD BUSH-BANKS (1869 – 1944)
“Then, what a bitter fate was mine; No language could my grief define; Tears of deep regret could not unsay…”
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“Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep” BY EMMA HART WILLARD (1787 – 1870)
“When in the dead of night I lie And gaze upon the trackless sky, The star-bespangled heavenly scroll, The boundless waters…”
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“The Wife-Woman” by Anne Spencer (1882 – 1975)
“I cannot love them; and I feel your glad Chiding from the grave, That my all was only worth at all, what Joy to you it gave.”
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“Translation” by Anne Spencer (1882 – 1975)
Translation BY ANNE SPENCER We trekked into a far country, My friend and I. Our deeper content was never spoken, But each knew all the other said. He told me how calm his soul was laid By the lack of anvil and strife. “The wooing kestrel,” I said, “mutes his mating-note To please the harmony of…
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“Dunbar” by Anne Spencer (1882 – 1975)
Dunbar BY ANNE SPENCER Ah, how poets sing and die! Make one song and Heaven takes it; Have one heart and Beauty breaks it; Chatterton, Shelley, Keats and I— Ah, how poets sing and die!
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“At the Carnival” by Anne Spencer (1882 – 1975)
“…There, too, were games of chance With chances for none; But oh! Girl-of-the-Tank, at last!”