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Margaret Steele Anderson Poems

  • The Church
    Still, still thy garden hath its fruits and spices,
    My Lord, my Lord!
    Still hath its wells and pools of thy devices,
    My Lord! ...
  • The Italian Renaissance
    How splendid and how vain in thee
    The ancient quest, Italy!
    Too strange that wreath, too strangely worn,
    Apollo's laurel, Christ's red thorn!...
  • The Dead Child
    ("I believe ... in the resurrection of the body.")

    How young you are, for such lone majesty
    ...
  • Habit
    So, then! Wilt use me as a garment? Well,
    'Tis man's high impudence to think he may;

    But I, who am as old as heav'n and hell, ...
  • The Spring Afterwards
    Ah, give again the pitiless snow and sleet
    November's leaves, or raving winds, that beat
    The heart's own doors, or rain's long ache and fret!
    Only, not spring and all this delicate sweet! ...
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Sweet 14 Long 14 White 12 Blue 11 Face 11 Place 10 Young 10 Great 10 Hear 9 Wild 8


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Preraphsoc: ‘a pigeon walking dainty in the street; the morning mist where backyard fences meet; an old victoria—and in it, proud, an old, old woman, ready for her shroud: these are the purple sights for me, not palaces nor pageantry.’ ‘purple’, american poet margaret steele anderson, 1913.
Teamhearttouch: “the mystery” by margaret steele anderson. nobody is a mistake. each individual has a purpose. nobody can fulfill your shoes, so live life the way you want.
Leeannhowlettvo: the violinist : margaret steele anderson : free download, borrow, and streaming : internet archive
Deadpoetsdaily: ‘a greek lyrist sings of apollo’ by margaret steele anderson
Flusteredduck: to the fighting weak by margaret steele anderson
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Is always Age severe?
Is never Youth austere?
Spring-fruits are sour to eat;
Autumn's the mellow time.
Nay, very late in the year,
Short day and frosty rime,
Thought, like a winter pear,
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