#harriet monroe

[apoemeveryday]

supernatural dialogue by harriet monroe

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"Glad was the living—blessed be the dying."

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[poleronenelhuerto]

Despedida - Harriet Monroe

¡Adiós!—no, no te aflijas porque ya se acabó, La hora perfecta; Que la alegría alada, dulce vagabundo amante de lo dulce, Revolotee en la flor.

No te aflijas– es la ley. El amor volará– Sí, el amor y todo. Alegraros los vivos, benditos los moribundos. Dejen caer las hojas.

[ukdamo]

With a Copy of Shelley

Harriet Monroe

Behold, I send thee to the heights of song, My brother! Let thine eyes awake as clear As morning dew, within whose glowing sphere Is mirrored half a world; and listen long, Till in thine ears, famished to keenness, throng The bugles of the soul, till far and near Silence grows populous, and wind and mere Are phantom-choked with voices. Then be strong— Then halt not till thou seest the beacons flare Souls mad for truth have lit from peak to peak. Haste on to breathe the intoxicating air— Wine to the brave and poison to the weak— Far in the blue where angels’ feet have trod, Where earth is one with heaven and man with God.

[etawardana]

A Hunted Human Soul

The complications of a hunted human soul in these stirring days—the struggle for breath, for food and lodging, the pot-boilers, the flirtations, the teasing petty trials and interruptions—how could the poet in her survive all these, and put out fresh flowers of beauty?

- Harriet Monroe, Comment: Edna St. Vincent Millay

[violettesiren]

When roses bloom—ah, wake, sweet May! The still world hears a roundelay Athrill within the throat of spring. Awake! your brightest trophies bring And speed the winter's frown away.

For glory reigns the livelong day, And Lethean perfumes softly stray 'Mid shining bowers where dear hopes cling When roses bloom.

Ah, life, not thine deep mists of gray, Not thine black voids without a ray— The wide dawns flash, the young winds sing. My heart's bells clamorously ring, The years throng smiling crowned with bay— When roses bloom.

A Rondeau by Harriet Monroe

[ochoislas]

AHORA Valle del Yosemite

Es la mañana del mundo, corren los cursos recientes, cejos de blanco se adornan cantando al radiante sol.

La airosa selva emplumada trepa el cantil de granito, cimas con peto de yelo van marchando al festival.

Las montañas bailan juntas con testas como cimborrios; la pluma de la cascada luce en desbordado azul.

Donde sea nace infante; donde sea rinden virgen: es la mañana del mundo, y alba de la creación.

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NOW Valley of Yosemite

It is creation’s morning—   Freshly the rivers run. The cliffs, white brows adorning,   Sing to the shining sun.

The forest, plumed and crested,   Scales the steep granite wall. The ranged peaks, glacier-breasted,   March to the festival.

The mountains dance together,   Lifting their domed heads high. The cataract’s foamy feather   Flaunts in the streaming sky.

Somewhere a babe is borning,   Somewhere a maid is won. It is creation’s morning—   Now is the world begun.

Harriet Monroe

di-versión©ochoislas

[timdales]

march 17th 2013

happy ten year anniversary :)

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[random-writerings]

BBC Ghosts OCs

Here's a brief intro to my OCs for the BBC series Ghosts. They're all part of the same fic which currently doesn't have a title.

Harriet Williams

Face Claim: Adelle Leonce

Status: Alive

Occupation: Tour Guide at Button House

Shipped with: Robin

Jack Monroe

Face Claim: Will Poulter

Status: Alive

Occupation: Handyman at Button House

Shipped with: The Captain

Evelyn Fitzgerald

Face Claim: Lily James

Status: Ghost

Shipped with: Thomas Thorne

[goddesscookiefelix]

He pays for me because he can’t pray for me~ GoddessCookieFelix

[exhalereleased]

"Susanna and the Elders" by Adelaide Crapsey, featured in The New Poetry: An Anthology edited by Harriet Monroe and Alice Corbin Henderson

[javiddenkins]

thoughts on ed teach?

[justbusterkeaton]

“He was never more glamorous than in stills taken around 1930, when he was unhappily under contract at MGM. Even while the studio miscast Buster in films as a pathetic, nerdy shrimp, their portrait photographers immortalized his sculptured handsomeness and sex appeal weighted by hypnotic stillness. In photographs by George Hurrell, Clarence Sinclair Bull and Ruth Harriet Louise, Buster broods in tailored suits or natty, deco sport clothes, crisp shirts as perfect as Gatsby’s, even white sweaters and plus-fours. His innate physical elegance makes him incapable of an unbecoming posture. His profile is classically noble, his cheekbones high and chiseled. His huge, dark, heavy-lidded, long-lashed eyes burn with oblique intensity. Like Valentino, Garbo and Marilyn Monroe, Buster could lower his eyelids halfway and gaze out from under them, but his look is not so much come-hither as beyond reach”

Buster Keaton: The Persistence of Comedy by Imogen Sara Smith

[todaysdocument]

Telegram to President Woodrow Wilson from Jane Addams and Other Women Regarding the Deportation of Emmeline Pankhurst

Record Group 85: Records of the Immigration and Naturalization Service Series: Subject and Policy Files File Unit: Appeal of Mrs. Emmeline Pankhurst for admittance for visit, English Suffragette

This telegram petitioned the Department of Labor and their decision to deport Emmeline Pankhurst, a British suffragette. The authors wanted the board to reconsider and maintain "America's devotion to liberty."

Telegram The White House, Washington 6 PO.FD. 283 139 extra 10:25 p.m. Sa, Chicago, Ill., October 18, 1913. The President. Whereas, the Associated Press reports to the American public that Mrs. Pankhurst's deportation has been ordered by the board of inquiry at Ellis Island and, Whereas, such action is in direct violation of the traditions and customs of the United States which has always been hospitable to the political offenders and revolutionists of all nations, and, Whereas, our sister republic, France, is at the present moment sheltering Christabel Pankhurst, Now, therefore, be it resolved: That we, the undersigned women of Chicago, protest against this flagrant violation of our long established public policy, and, Be it further resolved: That we respectively petition the Department of Labor in reviewing the case of this distinguished English woman to reconsider the decision of the Board of Inquiry and to admit Mrs. Pankhurst; thus maintaining the high traditions of America's devotion to liberty and right of free speech. (Signed) Jane Addams, Louise DeKoven Bowen, Mary Rozette Smith, Mary McDowell, Margaret Dreier Robins, Harriet Taylor Treadwell, President Chicago Political Equality League; Margaret A. Haley, Business Representative Chicago Teachers' Federation; Ida L. M. Furstman, President Chicago Teachers' Federation; Mrs. Harriet S. Thompson, Director Chicago Political Equality League; Edith A. Phelps, Anna Nichols, Laura Dainty Pelham,

Telegram The White House, Washington 6 PO. Sheet 2- Chicago, Ill., Octo. 18, 1913. to the President. Stella Miles Franklin, Kathleen Hamill, Mary Foulke Morrisson, Anna Monroe, Edith Wyatt, Caroline Packard, Leonora Pease, Secretary Socialist Women's League; Mrs. L. Brackett Bishop, Marion M. Griffin, Margaret B. Dobyne, Mary E. Galvin, Judith W. Loewenthal, Agnes Nestor, E. Beatrix Dauchy, Belle Squire, Anna Willard Timneus, Emma Steghagen, Grace Wilbur Trout, Florence Holbrook, Catharine Goggin, Mary Anderson, Sophonisba Breckinridge, Edith Abbott, Esther Dresden, President Young Women's Suffrage Association; Amy Walker, Francis Harden, Anna Harden, Catharine Goggin, Mary V. Donoghue, Wilma Rhinesmith, Julia Donoghue, Serina Hayes, May E. Brown.

[etawardana]

Renascence

Renascence, a poem of desperate faith, lithe as a faun in its naked search of the soul, the danger has been that life might lure her away from art.

- Harriet Monroe, Comment: Edna St. Vincent Millay

[violettesiren]

How wild, how witch-like weird that life should be! That the insensate rock dared dream of me, And take to bursting out and burgeoning— Oh, long ago—€”yo ho! And wearing green! How stark and strange a thing That life should be!

Oh mystic mad, a rigadoon of glee, That dust should rise, and leap alive, and flee Afoot, awing, and shake the deeps with cries— Oh, far away—yo hay! What moony masque, what arrogant disguise That life should be!

The Wonder of It by Harriet Monroe