Who is Hilda Conkling

Hilda Conkling as pictured in Poems by a Little Girl Hilda 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 ten...
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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
    Weather is the answer
    When I can't go out into flowery places;
    Weather is my wonder
    About the kind of morning...
  • Water
    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...
  • Velvets
    By a Bed of Pansies

    This pansy has a thinking face...
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Blue 26 Sky 26 Tree 22 Song 21 White 21 Away 20 Wind 20 Water 20 Sea 18 Light 17

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  • O_franco_aleman: 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. hilda conkling
  • Paulingram26: child poet hilda conkling(early 19th cent)
  • Doinabadescu: the world turns softly not to spill its lakes and rivers. hilda conkling
  • Cynthiadnelson: i pick strawberries, i sing and play, and happiness makes me like a great god on the earth. it makes me think of great things a little girl like me could not know of. –hilda conkling, 1920 from her poem 'summer-day song', written between 7-9 years old
  • Cynthiadnelson: what would you do . . . i asked my heart . . . if you were a floating ship of the sky . . . if you were a peering bird . . . if you were a wild geranium? and my heart made answer: that is what i wonder and wonder! by 7-9 yr old hilda conkling, 1920, 'three thoughts of my heart'
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 54. Oh, Yet We Trust That Somehow Goo
 by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Oh, yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final end of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will,
Defects of doubt, and taints of blood;
That nothing walks with aimless feet;
That not one life shall be destroy'd,
Or cast as rubbish to the void,
When God hath made the pile complete;

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