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fluencymark: Some poets not very well known beyond specialists are: James Clarence Mangan (Ireland, 1803-1849) Charles Doughty (England, 1843-1926) Shaw Neilson (Australia, 1872-1942) Trumbull Stickney (US, 1874-1904) José García Villa (Philippines, 1908-1997)

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Stat_CoVisuals: "...You lean over my meaning's edge and feel A dizziness of the things I have not said." - "The Soul of Time" ✒️: Trumbull Stickney

SundayPoems: SUNDAY POETRY PICKS - 5.1.22 2. Trumbull Stickney, “And, the Last Day Being Come, Man Stood Alone”

MikeLindgren: you can miss me with that Trumbull Stickney dude

BorisDralyuk: Trumbull Stickney died in 1904, at the age of 30, of a brain tumor. His volume of poems, published posthumously, ends with this: Sir, say no more. Within me ’t is as if The green and climbing eyesight of a cat Crawled near my mind’s poor birds.

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!

pieratttt: A voice: Say not the sum of things is man; For like the wave-rolled spiral shell is he, Wherein a vaster voice rings rich and rife — A shadowy murmur of the parent sea. – Trumbull Stickney Full:

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!

Hawkwardchick2: Be patient, very patient For the skies within my human soul Now sunset-flushed, breaks desperate magic on the world I once knew And in the crimson evening flying down Bell sounds and birds of ancient ecstasy most wonderfully carol one time more --Trumbull Stickney

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welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!

fluencymark: Reading Scott Donaldson’s magnificent biography of Edwin Arlington Robinson, interested to discover that the only critic who understood EAR’s Captain Craig (1902) was the great young poet Trumbull Stickney, dead shortly after of a brain tumor.

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!

HibernoWay: Last week we encountered great names such as: Trumbull Stickney Bliss Carman Beulah Dix Who will we meet this week? Live reading wikipedia in ten minutes.

consertum: Mnemosyne / Trumbull Stickney

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!

mongibeddu: Sophomore business major writes to ask if that's an isocolon in Trumbull Stickney's "Mt. Lykaion." I feel on one hand, "My life's not a waste!" And on the other hand: "My life is such a waste."

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!

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afieldoflight: James Dickey reclining in a field with RP Warren, reciting Trumbull Stickney (know u not Trumbull Stickney?). I believe I account for some thousand of this video's six-thousand views:

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!

senemozgoren: We learn by suffering and we teach by pity. -Trumbull Stickney

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!

DrKhalidMir1: A bud has burst on the upper bough (The linnet sang in my heart today); I know where the pale green grasses show By a tiny runnel, off the way, And the earth is wet. (A cuckoo said in my brain: “Not yet.”) - Trumbull Stickney, 1874-1904

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!

PoetryOutLoud: And tho’ dead be the hours i’ the air, / And dayless the sky, / The heart is alive of the boatman there: / That boatman am I. "In the Past" Trumbull Stickney

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!

Mazin_Saeed: Good-bye, for the pretty leaves are down (The linnet sang in my heart today); The last gold bit of upland’s mown, And most of summer has blown away Thro’ the garden gate. (A cuckoo said in my brain: “Too late.”) - Trumbull Stickney, 1874-1904

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!

Adirdagal: "I cannot understand you. It is because You lean over my meaning's edge and feel A dizziness of the things I have not said." ~Trumbull Stickney

AhsanDeliri: "I cannot understand you. 'T is because You lean over my meaning's edge and feel A dizziness of the things I have not said." from The Soul of Time, by Trumbull Stickney

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!

rajoyceUCB: —Trumbull Stickney, “Leave him now Quiet by the Way”

OwenElphick: These two Trumbull Stickney poems really got me in my November feels today. “It’s autumn in the country, I remember.” * “The evening fills the garden, hardly red; / And autumn goes away, like one alone.”

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!

das_fliederchen: Trumbull Stickney, Mnemosyne

WindyGradJuice: 5 of 5 stars to The Poems of Trumbull Stickney by Trumbull Stickney

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!

IndianaJoe77: You know and I know Trumbull Stickney wrote that poem in 1902. You were my teacher. You betrayed me.

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!

MichaelShindler: Some poems by Trumbull Stickney, who died youngish (THREAD)

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!

POETSorg: Thro’ factory doors a stream of dingy light Follows the scrimmage as it quickly flocks To hut and home among the snow’s gray blocks.— I love you, human labourers. Good-night! —Trumbull Stickney

theleveloftime: tonight's sunset: In the Past BY TRUMBULL STICKNEY There lies a somnolent lake Under a noiseless sky, Where never the mornings break Nor the evenings die.

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney

haroonsaeed6: Good-bye, for the pretty leaves are down.. The linnet sang in my heart today; The last gold bit of upland’s mown, And most of summer has blown away Through the garden gate. A cuckoo said in my brain: “Too late.” -Trumbull Stickney

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney

fluencymark: Along with Jones Very and Trumbull Stickney, Tuckerman is one of the most splendid of neglected American poets.

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney

webulite: The Daily Poem - Trumbull Stickney "Mnemosyne"

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney

NobyDefault: I cannot understand you Tis because You lean over my meaning’s edge and feel A dizziness of the things I have not said. - Trumbull Stickney

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney

rol73369300: I cannot understand you Tis because You lean over my meaning’s edge and feel A dizziness of the things I have not said - Trumbull Stickney

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney

welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney

FUKAIdesign: "I cannot understand you Tis because You lean over my meaning’s edge and feel A dizziness of the things I have not said" — Trumbull Stickney

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SandraDanby: Poem of the week: 'Near Helikon' by Trumbull Stickney

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patrickdjoyce: “It’s autumn in the country I remember....” Poem – Trumbull Stickney’s “Mnemosyne” | A Dark Feathered Art

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Just_this_time: I look over meaning's edge, and feel the dizziness of the things you have not said. Trumbull Stickney

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Cathar__sis: I lean over your meanings edge and I feel the dizziness of the things you have not said. -Trumbull Stickney

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hbloomquotes: Keats has remained a presence in subsequent American poetry from Trumbull Stickney, Wallace Stevens, and Hart Crane...

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