Who is John Gould Fletcher

John Gould Fletcher (January 3, 1886 – May 10, 1950) was an Imagist poet (the first Southern poet to win the Pulitzer Prize), author and authority on modern painting. He was born in Little Rock, Arkansas, to a socially prominent family. After attending Phillips Academy, Andover, Fletcher went on to Harvard University from 1903 to 1907, but dropped out shortly after his father's death.

Background

Fletcher lived in England for a large portion of his life. While in Europe he associated with Amy Lowell, Ezra Pound, and other Imagist poets; he was one of the six Imagists who adopted the name and stuck to it until their aims were achieved. Fletcher resumed a liaison with Florence Emily "Daisy" Arbuthnot (née Goold) at her house in Kent. She had been married to Malcol...
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John Gould Fletcher Poems

  • Spring
    At the first hour, it was as if one said, “Arise.”
    At the second hour, it was as if one said, “Go forth.”
    And the winter constellations that are like patient ox-eyes
    Sank below the white horizon at the north....
  • Lincoln
    I

    Like a gaunt, scraggly pine
    Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills;...
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Wind 2 Earth 2 Spring 2 White 2 Silent 2 Horizon 2 Lost 1 Silence 1 Pink 1 Passion 1


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Lipsxml7957: as i went through the city by dayi saw shadows in sunlight,but in the night i saw everywherestars within the darkness.,john gould fletcher, irradiations; sand and spray,hope, light, stars
Ashrosa5204: as i went through the city by dayi saw shadows in sunlight,but in the night i saw everywherestars within the darkness.,john gould fletcher, irradiations; sand and spray,hope, light, stars
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Streetsofc: "city of twilight, city that projects into the west, city whose columns rest upon the sunset, city of square, threatening masses blocking out the light: city of twilight, wrap me in your folds of shadow" - john gould fletcher, ‘in the city of night.’ photo: grant park, chicago.
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Because I am mad about women
I am mad about the hills,'
Said that wild old wicked man
Who travels where God wills.
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Those hands to close these eyes,
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