A Anne Reeve Aldrich

Anne Reeve Aldrich

14 şiir · 1866 — 1892 · the USA

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Anne Reeve Aldrich was a 19th century novelist and poet from the USA, who was sometimes referred to as a modern-day “American Sappho”. Sappho was the Ancient Greek lyric poet who originated from the island of Lesbos, listed by the Alexandrians as one of the nine lyric poets. Lesbos became associated, sometime in the 19th century, with Sapphic or lesbian love. Aldrich wrote some erotic poetry herself, with her book, published in 1892, including some material of this genre. She was born on the 25th April 1866 in New York and the author of this article has found no information relating to her origins and upbringing other than the fact that she was related to another American poet – James Aldrich. During her short life she was a prolific writer of poetry and works of fiction and there is evidence to be found of prophecies of her own early death in a number of pieces of her work. Tragically she lived only until her 26th year. Books published during her lifetime included her first collection of poetry, which was published in 1889. This did not receive good reviews with some critics referring to the poet’s “unrestrained expression”. She was not discouraged by this lack of enthusiasm for her work and she published a novel instead in 1890. Aldrich died in 1892 and Nadine and Other Poems was published a year later with another book, A Village Ophelia and Other Stories, appearing in 1899. The poetry collection published in 1889 was written during the last year of her life and featured Critics suggested that these were the primary features of both Anne Reeve Aldrich herself and of her written verse. One publication, the Springfield Republican reported, sometime in 1892, that During that same year Aldrich’s health rapidly declined but she was determined to finish her last collection of poetry. As she became too weak even to lift a pen, it was necessary to dictate the poem Death at Daybreak for someone else to write it down. This proved to be her last ever poem. Here are these poignant words, a clear message that she knew she had very little time left on this earth: Another poem with clear references to her death was Recollection and it is reproduced here: Anne Reeve Aldrich died on the 22nd June 1892, aged 26.

Anne Reeve Aldrich şiirleri

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IN thy coach of state Pass, O King, along: He no envy feels To whom God giveth song.…

I MADE the cross myself whose weight Was later laid on me. This thought is torture as I toil Up life’s steep Calvary.…

GREEN blood fresh pulsing through the trees, Blacks buds, that sun and shower distend; All other things begin anew, But I must end.…

O nightingale, the poet's bird, A kinsman dear thou art, Who never sings so well as when The rose-thorns bruise his heart.…

I SHALL go out when the light comes in— There lie my cast-off form and face; I shall pass Dawn on her way to earth, As I seek for a path through space.…

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I ASK not how thy suffering came, Or if by sin, or if by shame, Or if by Fate’s capricious rulings: To my large pity all’s the same.…

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BROWN earth-line meets gray heaven, And all the land looks sad; But Love ’s the little leaven That works the whole world glad.…

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I went to dig a grave for Love, But the earth was so stiff and cold That, though I stove through the bitter night, I could not break the mould.…

My body answers you, my blood Leaps at your maddening, piercing call The fierce notes startle, and the veil Of this dull present seems to fall.…

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How can it be that I forget The way he phrased my doom, When I recall the arabesques That carpeted the room?…

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Plant, above my lifeless heart Crimson roses, red as blood. As if the love, pent there so long Were pouring forth its flood.…

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The church was dim at vespers. My eyes were on the Rood. But yet I felt thee near me, In every drop of blood.…

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How sad if, by some strange new law, All kisses scarred! For she who is most beautiful Would be most marred.…

THANK God that shall judge my soul, not man! I marvel when they say, “Think of that awful Day No pitying fellow-sinner’s eyes shall scan…

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