Who is Hilda ConklingHilda Conkling (1910–1986) was an American poet. She was the daughter of Grace Hazard Conkling, a poet in her own right and Assistant Professor of English at Smith College, Northampton, Massachusetts. Hilda was born in New York state. Her father died when she was four years old, and she had one sister, Elsa, two years her senior.
Hilda is notable for having composed most of her poetry as a young child, between the ages of four and fourteen years old. She never wrote them down herself; instead, they came out in conversation with her mother, who would write down Hilda's words either in the moment, or from memory later. If the latter, she would read the lines back to Hilda, who would then correct any deviation from her original words. As Hilda grew up, her mother stopped recording ...
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Hilda Conkling Poems
- Yellow Summer-throat
Yellow summer-throat sat singing
In a bending spray of willow tree.
Thin fine green-y lines on his throat,
The ruffled outside of his throat,...
Weather is the answer
When I can't go out into flowery places;
Weather is my wonder
About the kind of morning...
The world turns softly
Not to spill its lakes and rivers.
The water is held in its arms
And the sky is held in the water....
- Venice Bridge
For a painting
Away back in an old city...
By a Bed of Pansies
This pansy has a thinking face...
Top 10 most used topics by Hilda ConklingBlue 26 Sky 26 Tree 22 Song 21 White 21 Away 20 Wind 20 Water 20 Sea 18 Light 17
Hilda Conkling Quotes
Comments about Hilda ConklingPlatospupil: the world turns softly not to spill its lakes and rivers. –hilda conkling, american poet (1910–86)
Mbharrington501: the world turns softly not to spill its lakes and rivers. –hilda conkling, american poet (1910–86
Kevblue777: the world turns softly not to spill its lakes and rivers. –hilda conkling, american poet (1910–86)
Lizzie_lou_5: year of nefelibata (day 270): at evening when i go to bed i see the stars shine overhead; they are the little daisies white that dot the meadow of the night.//daisies:: hilda conkling
Melaniejaxn: little soldier with the golden helmet, o what are you guarding on my lawn? you with your green gun and your yellow beard, why do you stand so stiff? there is only the grass to fight! -hilda conkling
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