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nausicaadelaire: "The world turns softly not to spill its lakes and rivers. The water is held in the water. What is water, that pours silver, and can hold the sky?" - Hilda Conkling

consertum: After lilacs come out, The air loves to flow about them The way water in wood-streams Flow and love wanders. Hilda Conkling/ Lilacs

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

twelvetreesbook: For your poetic heart: Poems by a Little Girl by Hilda Conkling (but NOT for comparing your accomplishments today,ok?)

twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves On the autumn grass; I was a fairy queen all day." - from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling

twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves On the autumn grass; I was a fairy queen all day." - from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling

twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves On the autumn grass; I was a fairy queen all day." - from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling

twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves On the autumn grass; I was a fairy queen all day." - from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling

twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves On the autumn grass; I was a fairy queen all day." - from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling

twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves On the autumn grass; I was a fairy queen all day." - from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling

twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves On the autumn grass; I was a fairy queen all day." - from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling

twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves On the autumn grass; I was a fairy queen all day." - from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling

twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves On the autumn grass; I was a fairy queen all day." - from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling

twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves On the autumn grass; I was a fairy queen all day." - from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling

twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves On the autumn grass; I was a fairy queen all day." - from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling

twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves On the autumn grass; I was a fairy queen all day." - from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling

twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves On the autumn grass; I was a fairy queen all day." - from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling

MastStore: Isn't a summer meadow carpeted in wildflowers simply poetic? "Snow-white shawls . . . Golden faces . . . Countryside, hillside, wayside people . . . Little market-women Selling dew and yellow flour To make bread For some city of elves. . . ." — Hilda Conkling

shufflenetwork: Joy is not a thing you can see It is what you feel when you watch waves breaking Or when you peer through a net of woven violet stems In Spring grass It is not sunlight, not moonlight, But a separate shining Joy lives behind people's eyes. - Hilda Conkling mo.illustrationss on IG

mbailatj: "I think the wind is a little selfish About lilacs when they flower." Hilda Conkling, 1920

georgedance04: Today's poem on Penny's Poetry Blog: March Thought, by Hilda Conkling I am waiting for the flowers [...]

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'

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

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

deannamascle: About My Dreams by Hilda Conkling - Poems | Academy of American Poets

djcontraption: So that the milk they drink May make them think of meadows In the sky of stars. Help me give bread to the other children So that their dreams may come back: So they will remember what they knew Before they came through the cloud from "About My Dreams" by

OneDorset: The poems of Hilda Conkling

HowardFricker: Check out this tweet from POETSorg: They remember the sky, my little dreams, They have wings, they are quick, they are sweet. —Hilda Conkling…

paulssmith: "Dear God, let me hold up my silver cup For them to drink, And tell them the sweetness Of my dreams." From "About My Dreams" by Hilda Conkling.

LesothoPoet: Poéfrika: About my dreams, a poem by Hilda Conkling

VerbleGherulous: Hilda Conkling "About my Dreams"

MattFetchko: Poem of the day: “About My Dreams” by Hilda Conkling

johnleeclark: (for dietitians of the mind are quite as apt to be faddists as dietitians of the stomach) —Hilda Conkling, Poems by a Little Girl

ThomasLaVoy: 'Dreamsongs,' my new project for upper voice choirs, has officially been launched! Any conductors of youth/children's choirs or other SA ensembles are welcome to participate. Can't wait to get started on these settings of Hilda Conkling's poetry.

kleistwahr: retirado do livro shoes of the wind, 1922, hilda conkling

janice_scully: Child-poet Hilda Conkling’s, Poems By A Little Girl, is on public domain. 1920’s. Her work told to and transcribed by her mother before age nine! Love this from her poem Water: What is water/that pours silver/and can fold the sky?

bidwellhollow: Today's the birthday of a poet who composed all of her known poems between the age of four and 14. Read some of Hilda Conkling's work here:

katrinadhahn: The world turns softly Not to spill its lakes and rivers. The water is held in its arms And the sky is held in...

matthew_kreider: Dazzled by the yellow sea-beach of morning ... - Grace Hazard Conkling, from 'To Hilda of Her Roses' - Today's...

SNatuhamya: "The World turns softly The water held in it's arms" Hilda Conkling-Water

rajoyceUCB: --Hilda Conkling, "Moon in October"

MeganGlassHoyt: Trying to find info on poet Hilda Conkling's life. Was it a mystery? Who is keeping this information from us? Was s...



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