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Artyom_Yekat: "It’s cold abroad the country I remember.
The swallows veering skimmed the golden grain
At midday with a wing aslant and limber;
And yellow cattle browsed upon the plain."
(Trumbull Stickney)
_C_N_F: "I lean over your meaning's edge and I feel the dizziness of the things you have not said." -Trumbull Stickney
welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place.
welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place.
poemtoday: Sir, Say No More
Sir, say no more,
Within me ’tis as if
The green and climbing eyesight of a cat
Crawled near my mind’s poor birds.
Trumbull Stickney
poemtoday: Two poems by Trumbull Stickney ....
welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place.
welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!
akasomeguy: Alert: Trumbull Stickney is Keats 2. I would edit the HELL out of a Trumbull Stickney selected poems. Tell me "Near Helikon" isn't a perfect sonnet and I will ask you why you have let Satan win. "Mt. Ida" might as well be one of the odes.
welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!
deannamascle: At Sainte-Marguerite by Trumbull Stickney - Poems |
pfanderson: Trumbull Stickney
LeeAnnHowlettVO: Song : Trumbull Stickney : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive
welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!
cjgrool: Summer breeze rose Strawberries. Trumbull Stickney made me cry!
welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney. A sonnet about things found out of place. Click the link!
DavidTylerPozz: Just come across a 19th Century American poet called Trumbull Stickney and nothing will convince me that he isn't actually a small village in Dorset
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)
iab9208: Trumbull Stickney
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
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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!
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
farahrosesmith: Trumbull Stickney
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
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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!
il__ritorno: trumbull stickney
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.”
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“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
welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney
SandraDanby: Poem of the week: 'Near Helikon' by Trumbull Stickney
welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney
patrickdjoyce: “It’s autumn in the country I remember....”
Poem – Trumbull Stickney’s “Mnemosyne” | A Dark Feathered Art
welfordwrites: On Some Shells Found Inland, a poem by Trumbull Stickney
godfree_kd: Poem of the week: Near Helikon by Trumbull Stickney
Doshiba: Poem of the week: Near Helikon by Trumbull Stickney
GEschwartz: Mnemosyne... Trumbull Stickney
ExcitedUttRead: Poem of the week: Near Helikon by Trumbull Stickney | Books | The Guardian
Doshiba: Poem of the week: Near Helikon by Trumbull Stickney
