#lizette woodworth reese

[ma-pi-ma]

Oh, non parlarmi dello specchio della bellezza, lo conosco a fondo; vecchi amori, ogni fiore nell'erba,   è modellato come te.

Lizette Woodworth Reese, Un liuto lungo la strada

[ineedtoreadmorepoetry]

Fog by Lizette Woodworth Reese

I had a house; I had a yard Crammed with marigolds, so high So deep in fire, that it was hard Not to believe, if I went by,

I would be blistered to the bone. All gone. A square of dripping grass Each side, and underfoot wet stone, That sound like click of glass on glass.

This spare, hidden beauty all around, Is not too little, or too much; A surfeit had I; now am bound To a ghost's wealth, too frail for touch.

To a ghost's weather, that or this Of its old secrecy left untold; Relinquished, let alone, I miss House, nor yard, nor a tall marigold.

[violettesiren]

Blow! blow, and tear Orion down; Topple his great hounds out the sky; And I shall wear about the town, A cloak of silver bye and bye.

Set your wild trumpet to the dust, And crack the old graves. High or low Upset the world, if so you must, To start one village rose to blow.

Tug at men's hearts. As with a knife From every vain thing cut them free; And break the littleness of life As one breaks fagot on the knee.

Blow! blow my lover a strange dream; Pierce his old thought of me in twain; Make me so fair to him, I seem A new Helen, down new Trojan lane.

March Wind by Lizette Woodworth Reese

[gay-mormon-wizard]

"August" by Lizette Woodworth Reese

[landofspaceandrainbows]

Scarlet Pearl: A Double Life SMP Pearl Web Weave

A Fairy stories/Autumnal inspired web weave for @ollyboros as part of the Mcytblr Holidays Exchange

@mcytblrholidayexchange

Hope you have a nice holiday season!

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Sources:

Fields Swaledale Gunnerside by Kreuzschnabel on Wikimedia National Dress Cape of Gbraltar by John Cummings on Wikimedia Vagabonds by Emily Pauline Johnson Under Canvas by Emily Pauline Johnson Autumn Path by Yuko Kudos on Wikimedia Hallowmas by Madison Julius Cawein Country Brick, Autumn Maple Tree by Forestwander on Wikimedia Black Fisherman Sandals with Orange Tights and Fall Leaves by Jamie on Wikimedia Decorated Sword on Swordwallpapers.com Song V by E. E. Cummings Tikaani 2 by Saweiss on Wikimedia The Phantom Horsewoman by Thomas Hardy Horse Riding, Mountain Pass by Vyacheslav Argenberg on Wikimedia Bow and Arrow by Arrows and crosses on Wikimedia Quiver and Arrows by Thos E. Hill on Wikimedia All Hallows Night by Lizette Woodworth Reese New Jersey Tree with Autumn Leaves by Tomwsulcer on Wikimedia

[extollingtheeveryday]

Lizette Woodworth Reese // "Mid-March"

[lunamagicablu]

Chi è innamorato della bellezza, non trema di freddo; perché può dividere una stella in due, e vestirsi d'oro. LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE art _by_ishi99_ ************************* Who is in love with beauty, does not shiver with cold; because he can split a star in two, and wear gold. LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE art _by_ishi99_

[shylightqueen]

Who is in love with beauty, does not shiver with cold; because he can split a star in two, and wear gold. LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE

[cathyvincevic]

Old Houses

Lizette Woodworth Reese Old loveliness, set in the country wind,Or down some vain town road the careless tread,Like hush of candles lighted for the dead,That look of yours, half seeing and half blind.Still do you strain at door, but we come not,The little maids, the lads, bone of your bone;In some sad wise, you keep the dusk alone,Old loveliness, a many a day forgot.But no; behind each weather…

[ma-pi-ma]

Chi è innamorato della bellezza, non trema di freddo; perché può dividere una stella in due, e  vestirsi d'oro.

Chi la serba subito nel suo cuore, ha di certo il suo favore; se il suo tetto crolla, potrebbe trovare riparo in una rosa.

Lizette Woodworth Reese, Miracolo, da Piccola Henrietta, 1927

[happyheidi]

delicate book covers (x)

[violettesiren]

Three wreaths make I in the wood, Of the white herb that I should, Of the sad herb growing tall By a gusty country wall.

One is for a graybeard dead Many an autumn come and fled; One for a hand's length of mold Covering a head of gold.

One for Long Since. This I make With my very heart a-break;— Listen to that footstep pass, Down the wind of Hallowmas!

The Three Wreaths by Lizette Woodworth Reese

[gay-mormon-wizard]

not enough of you are talking about sara teasdale, lizette woodworth reese, and phillis wheatley

[eveningreading]

All Hallows Night Two things I did on Hallows Night:— Made my house April-clear; Left open wide my door To the ghosts of the year. Then one came in. Across the room It stood up long and fair— The ghost that was myself— And gave me stare for stare.

Lizette Woodworth Reese

[abstractsuns]

Mid-March Lizette Woodworth Reese

It is too early for white boughs, too late For snows. From out the hedge the wind lets fall A few last flakes, ragged and delicate. Down the stripped roads the maples start their small, Soft, ’wildering fires. Stained are the meadow stalks A rich and deepening red. The willow tree Is woolly. In deserted garden-walks The lean bush crouching hints old royalty, Feels some June stir in the sharp air and knows Soon ’twill leap up and show the world a rose. The days go out with shouting; nights are loud; Wild, warring shapes the wood lifts in the cold; The moon’s a sword of keen, barbaric gold, Plunged to the hilt into a pitch black cloud.

[detroitlib]

From our stacks: Poem ‘April Weather’ from A Handful of Lavender By Lizette Woodworth Reese. Boston and New York: Houghton, Mifflin and Company. The Riverside Press, Cambridge, 1891.