Category: women poets
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“Parties: A Hymn of Hate” by Dorothy Parkier (1893 – 1967)
“…Of last season’s tennis clothes, with a wreath around the neck. The hostess introduces a series of clean, home games: Each participant is given a fair chance…”
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“Rondeau Redoublé (and Scarcely Worth the Trouble, at That)” by Dorothy Parker (1893 – 1967)
“…In cerements my spirit is bedight; The same to me are sombre days and gay. Though breezes in the rippling grasses play,…”
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“Song in a Minor Key” by Dorothy Parker (1893 – 1967)
“…By an old, old gate does the lady wait Her own true love’s returning. But the days go by, and the lilacs die, And trembling birds seek…”
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“I never saw a moor” by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
“…And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,…”
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“My life closed twice before its close (96) by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
“…A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive …”
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“The Soul selects her own Society (303)” by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
“…Unmoved — an Emperor be kneeling Upon her Mat — I’ve known her — from an ample nation — Choose One —…”
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“To My Dear and Loving Husband” by Anne Bradstreet (1612 – 1672)
“Thy love is such I can no way repay; The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.”
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“Before the Birth of One of her Children” by Anne Bradstreet (1612 – 1672)
“…And if thou love thyself, or loved’st me, These O protect from stepdame’s injury. And if chance to thine eyes shall bring this verse, With some sad sighs honor my absent hearse;…”
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“First Fig” by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1982 – 1950)
“First Fig” BY Edna St. Vincent Millay My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— It gives a lovely light!
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“The Blue-Flag in the Bog” by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 – 1950)
“The Blue-Flag in the Bog” BY Edna St. Vincent Millay GOD had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor’s house, Open flung to us, bereft. Gay the lights of Heaven showed, And ’twas God who walked ahead; Yet I wept along the road, Wanting my own house…