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mcfcsaltmine: I hate every dawn because it is one day closer to Pep leaving.
"The east grows yellower apace,
And trembles: then, once more, and suddenly,
The salt wind blows, and in that moment’s space
Flame roofs, and poplar-tops, and steeples three"
from Sunrise by Lizette Woodworth Reese
lopps_1999: A rose is a rose all times of the year.
I have one out in the garden there,
In the deep grass out by the gray old stair
A breath of June in December drear.
–Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856–1935), American poet
platospupil: A rose is a rose all times of the year.
I have one out in the garden there,
In the deep grass out by the gray old stair
A breath of June in December drear.
–Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856–1935), American poet
Ufarmandfish: Bless the Child
Thrice blessed are they whose early years are spent in some countryside. The flowering and withering of the seasons, and every exquisite sound and sight - every lane, and pasture — Lizette Woodworth Reese
SIIndy_Metro: Poetry Sunday: “All Hallows Night,” by Lizette Woodworth Reese
sherlyholmes: Poem of the day:
"All Hallows Night” by Lizette Woodworth Reese.
LPReview: “All Hallows Night”
By Lizette Woodworth Reese
Two things I did on Hallows Night:—
Made my house April-clear;
Left open wide my door
To the ghosts of the year.
Then one came in. Across the room
It stood up long and fair—
The ghost that was myself—
And gave me stare for stare.
FreeIsMe3: "Stumble to silence, all you uneasy things,
That pack the day with bluster and with fret.
For here is music at each window set;
To shelter till the argent weathers break;
A candle with enough of light to make
My courage bright against each dark reproof"
Lizette Woodworth Reese
ETH953: The old faiths light their candles all about,
But burly Truth comes by and puts them out.
Lizette Woodworth Reese
immanishrao: some intangible evil or lovely thing or both, will remain with us, like the odor to a flower, or the smoothness to a piece of ivory. It is part of the immortality of youth.
Lizette Woodworth Reese
Amos_Cola: A poem by Lizette Woodworth Reese
myrailey: A poem by Lizette Woodworth Reese
POETSorg: The air
Is full of hot rank scents. Upon the hill
Drifts the noon’s single cloud, white, glaring, still.
—Lizette Woodworth Reese
Book_Addict: Happy birthday to poet and teacher Lizette Woodworth Reese (January 9, 1856), author of "White April" (1930) and many other works.
LiteraryRob: A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun: On the death of Lizette Woodworth Reese, December 17, 1935, and her poem "Tears" --
NAAN8_8: The old faiths light their candles all about, but burly Truth comes by and puts them out.
Lizette Woodworth Reese
POETSorg: The air
Is full of hot rank scents. Upon the hill
Drifts the noon’s single cloud, white, glaring, still.
—Lizette Woodworth Reese
Naturalcalendar: Lizette Woodworth Reese draws a comparison between Verbascum and a neglected partner - both are too ordinary, too ever-present, too already-won, to be noticed.
(I really REALLY think she deserved someone who appreciated her more, don't you?).
rodjnaquin: Trust by Lizette Woodworth Reese | Poetry Foundation
addienine_: After the sun the rain;
After the rain the sun;
This is the way of life,
Till the work be done.
All that we need to do,
Be we low or high,
Is to see that we grow
Nearer the sky.
A little song of life - Lizette Woodworth Reese
pandorabox82: Truth by Lizette Woodworth Reese
rajoyceUCB: —Lizette Woodworth Reese, “Mid-March”
kellathornton: "It is too early for white boughs, too late
For snows. From out the hedge the wind lets fall
A few last flakes, ragged and delicate."
—"Mid-March," Lizette Woodworth Reese
DCNATV: Quote
"I wonder at the idleness of tears."
— Lizette Woodworth Reese (January 09, 1856)
Book_Addict: Happy birthday to poet and teacher Lizette Woodworth Reese (January 9, 1856), author of "White April" (1930) and many other works.
UsLadies: Famous Birthdays for 9th January 2021: 1803 - Christopher Gustavus Memminger, Secy Treas (Confederacy) (d. 1888) 1811 - Gilbert Abbott à Beckett, English writer (d. 1856) 1856 - Lizette Woodworth Reese, American poet (Branch of May, Tears) 1934 - Bart…
LiteraryRob: A call to battle, and the battle done: On the death (and long life) of educator and poet Lizette Woodworth Reese, December 17, 1935, and her sonnet "Tears" --
POETSorg: Two things I did on Hallows Night:—
Made my house April-clear;
Left open wide my door
To the ghosts of the year.
—Lizette Woodworth Reese
TheWragbyGroup: HEART-WARMER for TODAY. A lovely song from Lizette Woodworth Reese, that some of us sang at school. Do you remember it? “Glad that I live am I; That the sky is blue; Glad for the country lanes, And the fall of dew.
theodoragoss: Here is the TOC:
Kate Chopin, "An Egyptian Cigarette"
Lizette Woodworth Reese, "The Singer" and "All Hallows Night"
Mary Wilkins Freeman, "Luella Miller"
Mary Coleridge, "The Witch," "The White Women," "The Other Side of a Mirror"
Vernon Lee, "Dionea"
Ms_Skygazer2: Lizette Woodworth Reese
Book_Addict: Happy birthday to poet and teacher Lizette Woodworth Reese (January 9, 1856), author of "White April" (1930) and many other works.
FreyaTurrill: ‘April Weather’, A Handful of Lavender by Lizette Woodworth Reese. (1891)
LiteraryRob: A call to battle, and the battle done: On the death of poet/teacher Lizette Woodworth Reese, December 17, 1935, and her sonnet "Tears" --
macphaidin_lib: Feel the spirit of Halloween with this selection of poems from
POETSorg: Left open wide my door
To the ghosts of the year.
—Lizette Woodworth Reese
FoustRebecca: Classic Halloween poem with a twist, Lizette Woodworth Reese’s “All Hallows Night,” with commentary by Amanda Moore on Poetry Sunday,
amandapmoore: Classic Halloween poem with a twist, Lizette Woodworth Reese’s “All Hallows Night,” with my commentary on Poetry Sunday:
SIIndy_Metro: Poetry Sunday: “All Hallows Night,” by Lizette Woodworth Reese
pchatman: Poetry Sunday: “All Hallows Night,” by Lizette Woodworth Reese
georgedance04: Today's poem on Penny's Poetry Blog:
August, by Lizette Woodworth Reese
No wind, no bird. The river flames like brass.
On either side, smitten as with a spell
Of silence, brood the fields.
[...]
crossmansusanna: No wind, no bird. The river flames like brass.
On either side, smitten as with a spell
Of silence, brood the fields. In the deep grass,
Edging the dusty roads, lie as they fell...
Lizette Woodworth Reese, August.
HowardFricker: Check out this tweet from POETSorg:
Upon the hill
Drifts the noon’s single cloud, white, glaring, still.
—Lizette Woodworth Reese…
POETSorg: Upon the hill
Drifts the noon’s single cloud, white, glaring, still.
—Lizette Woodworth Reese
bucketlistbrkr: To hear that your neighbor was worse off than yourself was not an altogether unpleasant experience. Lizette Woodworth Reese
RyanHillGroup: "To hear that your neighbor was worse off than yourself was not an altogether unpleasant experience." - Lizette Woodworth Reese
RyanHillGroup: To hear that your neighbor was worse off than yourself was not an altogether unpleasant experience. Lizette Woodworth Reese
AABHAYYSINGH: The old faiths light their candles all about, but burly Truth comes by and puts them out.
Lizette Woodworth Reese
American poet and teacher.
alex__leslie: This list is just white men, of course, which makes it incomplete: I'm thinking a more accurate list for 1907 would include women poets Lizette Woodworth Reese, Elizabeth Akers Allen, & Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt; and black poets Frances Ellen Watkins Harper & James Corrothers.
Book_Addict: Happy birthday to poet and teacher Lizette Woodworth Reese (January 9, 1856), author of "White April" (1930) and many other works.
jfoster58: "A rose is a rose all times of the year.
I have one out in my garden there,
In the deep grass out by the gray old s...
jfoster58: Lit note: "Lizette Woodworth Reese died on Dec 17, 1935 after a long career as a teacher & poet. She was one month...
LiteraryRob: When I consider Life and its few years- , / A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun; / A call to battle, and the battl...
audiobookzone: Audiobook Lizette Woodworth Reese - Lydia is gone this many a year
bidwellhollow: Our poem for today is Lizette Woodworth Reese's "A Violin at Dusk."
Book_Addict: Happy birthday to poet and teacher Lizette Woodworth Reese (January 9, 1856), author of "White April" (1930) and many other works.
savagestarligh1: From out the mist that wraps the river-ways,
The little boats, like torches, start ablaze.
Title: Sunrise
By: Lizette Woodworth Reese
LiteraryRob: A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun: On the death of Lizette Woodworth Reese, December 17, 1935, and her poem "Tea...
My_poetic_side: Lizette Woodworth Reese Poems
CascadesLib: "Then one came in."
Final Halloween poem highlight! -- "All Hallows Night" by Lizette Woodworth Reese
chrissiemkl: Vintage verse - A Violin at Dusk by Lizette Woodworth Reese
lizziespeller: Mid-March by Lizette Woodworth Reese
OutstandingBoo: NEW Spicewood by Lizette Woodworth Reese
poetryrobot: In Time Of Grief by Lizette Woodworth Reese
RhapsodePrime: Listen to: Sunrise* (1:21)Lizette Woodworth Reese performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsodeThe...
