Who is Dora Sigerson

Dora Maria Sigerson Shorter (16 August 1866 – 6 January 1918) was an Irish poet and sculptor, who after her marriage in 1895 wrote under the name Dora Sigerson Shorter.


She was born in Dublin, Ireland, the daughter of George Sigerson, a surgeon and writer, and Hester Varian, also a writer. She was the oldest of 4 children. The family home at 3 Clare Street was a gathering-place for artists and writers where Dora met important figures of the emerging Irish literary revival. She attended the Dublin School of Art, where W.B. Yeats was a fellow-pupil. She was a major figure of the Irish Literary Revival, publishing many collections of poetry from 1893. Her sister Hester Sigerson Piatt was also a writer. Her friends included Katharine Tynan, Rose Kavanagh and Ali...
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Dora Sigerson Poems

  • Ireland
    'Twas the dream of a God,
    And the mould of His hand,
    That you shook 'neath His stroke,
    That you trembled and broke...
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Beautiful 1 Breath 1 Dream 1 God 1 Green 1 Love 1 Purple 1 Sea 1 Silver 1 Wind 1

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Woxenthropper: (2/2) pushed softly open, and then tapped once more." —mrs. clement shorter (dora sigerson)
Spill_words: wishes a poem by dora sigerson shorter i wish we could live as the flowers live, to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun; to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory had done.
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