#Elizabeth Drew Stoddard

[woodlandtrust]

November, by Elizabeth Drew Stoddard

Much have I spoken of the faded leaf; Long have I listened to the wailing wind, And watched it ploughing through the heavy clouds, For autumn charms my melancholy mind. When autumn comes, the poets sing a dirge: The year must perish; all the flowers are dead; The sheaves are gathered; and the mottled quail Runs in the stubble, but the lark has fled! Still, autumn ushers in the Christmas cheer, The holly-berries and the ivy-tree: They weave a chaplet for the Old Year’s bier, These waiting mourners do not sing for me! I find sweet peace in depths of autumn woods, Where grow the ragged ferns and roughened moss; The naked, silent trees have taught me this,— The loss of beauty is not always loss!

#woodland trust #Elizabeth Drew Stoddard #tree poetry #poetry

[the-final-sentence]

I still should pine If any other lot were mine.

Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard, from “Nameless Pain”

#Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard #Nameless Pain

[violettesiren]

Why did I go where roses grew, And meadow larks which skyward flew From grasses sparkling in the dew, The yellow sunshine pouring through? What was there for me to find? Were they to learn my froward mind? From far across vast summer seas, Rifling green marshes, bending trees, Driving cloud-shadows down the air, Keen breezes smote me here and there, Keen breezes crying, Why, why, why? And nothing had I to reply! Beings with neither soul nor sense, Convicting me with their pretense; Beings of change,—but what am I,— Once more repeating, Why, why, why?

Why? by Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard

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[whatithinkaboutdarkshadows]

Episode 420: A man's position in society

One of the most story-productive relationships in the first 40 weeks of Dark Shadows was that between reclusive matriarch Elizabeth Collins Stoddard and her brother, high-born ne’er-do-well Roger Collins. Having squandered his entire inheritance, Roger lived as a guest in Liz’ house and drew a salary from her business. She tried to order him to rein in his bad behavior, but time and again wound…

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[wintryblight]

hi! do you have any poems about summer?

hi! here are some poems about summer for you. enjoy reading!

Aimee Nezhukumatathil, “Summer Haibun” | the cool night before / star showers: so sticky so / warm so full of light

Elizabeth Drew Stoddard, “A Summer Night” | The trees, the vines, the flowers are astir / With tender desire. / The white moths flutter about the lamp, / Enamoured with light

Jennifer Grotz, “Late Summer” | Summer specializes in time, slows it down almost to dream.

Jennifer O’ Grady, “Moths” | they make their way to my front porch / and flutter near the glassed-in bulb, / translucent as a thought suddenly / wondered aloud, illumining the air / that's thick with honeysuckle and dusk.

Linda Hull, “Insect Life of Florida” | the enormous Florida night, / metallic with cicadas, musical / and dangerous as the human heart.

Marge Piercy, “More Than Enough” | Rich fresh wine / of June, we stagger into you smeared / with pollen

#poetry #web weaving #compilation #reading list #recommendation #summer #Aimee Nezhukumatathil #Elizabeth Drew Stoddard #Jennifer Grotz #Jennifer O’ Grady #Linda Hull #Marge Piercy #nature

[finita--la--commedia]

Much have I spoken of the faded leaf;     Long have I listened to the wailing wind,  And watched it ploughing through the heavy clouds,    For autumn charms my melancholy mind.

-- Elizabeth Drew Stoddard (1823-1902), from “November”

#Elizabeth Drew Stoddard #poetry #quotes

[poetryisdistillation]

#elizabeth drew barstow stoddard #poetry #poem

[pandorabox82]

Today’s poem is Before the Mirror by Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard. Another disquieting little gem that I fell in love with!

#poetry reading #spooky poetry #my voice #my video #Before the Mirror #Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard #Youtube

[juliaaurelia-blog]

"November" by Elizabeth Drew Stoddard.

I like this poem because it is one of the few that exults November, instead of being "woe is me, the flowers are all dead, the colorful foliage is off the trees, let us mourn and long for spring"

https://poets.org/poem/november-1

#autumn #poetry

[babakziai]

One morn I left him in his bed; A moment after some one said, ‘Your child is dying – he is dead.’ We made him ready for his rest, Flowers in his hair, and on his breast His little hands together prest. We sailed by night across the sea; So, floating from the world were we, Apart from sympathy, we Three. The wild sea moaned, the black clouds spread Moving shadows on its bed, But one of us lay midship dead. I saw his coffin sliding down The yellow sand in yonder town, Where I put on my sorrow’s crown. And we returned; in this drear place Never to see him face to face, I thrust aside the living race. Mothers, who mourn with me today, Oh, understand me, when I say, I cannot weep, I cannot pray; I gaze upon a hidden store, His books, his toys, the clothes he wore, And cry, ‘Once more, to me, once more!’ Then take, from me, this simple verse, That you may know what I rehearse— A grief – your and my Universe! Source: She Wields a Pen: American Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century(University of Iowa Press, 1997) Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard BiographyMore poems by this author Poem of the Day: ‘One morn I left him in his bed’ Poem of the Day: ‘One morn I left him in his bed’ Poem of The Day {$excerpt:n} Source: Poem of The Day

http://babakziai.org/poem-of-the-day-one-morn-i-left-him-in-his-bed/

#Poetry #Babak Ziai

[woodlandtrust]

Autumn, by Elizabeth Drew Stoddard

No melancholy days are these!     Not where the maple changing stands, Not in the shade of fluttering oaks,            Nor in the bands Of twisting vines and sturdy shrubs,     Scarlet and yellow, green and brown, Falling, or swinging on their stalks,            Is Sorrow’s crown. The sparkling fields of dewy grass,     Woodpaths and roadsides decked with flowers, Starred asters and the goldenrod,            Date Autumn’s hours. The shining banks of snowy clouds,     Steadfast in the aerial blue, The silent, shimmering, silver sea,            To Joy are true. My spirit in this happy air     Can thus embrace the dying year, And with it wrap me in a shroud            As bright and clear!

#woodland trust #poetry #tree poetry #Elizabeth Drew Stoddard

[the-final-sentence]

I still should pine If any other lot were mine.

Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard, from “Nameless Pain”

#Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard #poetry

[violettesiren]

Fan me with these lilies fair, Twine their stems around your arm: Put your feet upon these roses, Then you'll please me to a charm. Charm me with your violet eyes, Kneel, and with your sweet lips meet The flaming buds of mine, athirst  In the roses at your feet! "Leave the lilies on the lake,  Do not break its pale repose: Tear your heart with cruel thorns,  Such as grow beneath the rose. "So you love me? You are mine?  Break from yon dead tree a bough, Lay it down among these roses—  Ah! I do not charm you now!"

Fan Me With These Lilies Fair by Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard

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[honor-and-tradition]

The sparkling fields of dewy grass, Woodpaths and roadsides decked with flowers, Starred asters and the goldenrod, Date Autumn’s hours. –Elizabeth Drew Stoddard (1823–1902) #oldfarmersalmanac #october #autumn #fullhuntermoon2018 (at Fayetteville, Arkansas) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpV6cPZngc-/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=19au3mi0k03q8

#oldfarmersalmanac #october #autumn #fullhuntermoon2018

[trixie-and-ames]

I find sweet peace in depths of autumn woods, Where grow the ragged ferns and roughened moss; The naked, silent trees have taught me this,— The loss of beauty is not always loss! –Elizabeth Drew Stoddard #autumnvibes🍁 #autumnpoetry #poetrylovers #november #oklahoma #robberscave https://www.instagram.com/p/CW3OCS4FvT7/?utm_medium=tumblr

#autumnvibes🍁 #autumnpoetry #poetrylovers #november #oklahoma #robberscave

[finita--la--commedia]

I find sweet peace in depths of autumn woods,     Where grow the ragged ferns and roughened moss;  The naked, silent trees have taught me this, —     The loss of beauty is not always loss !

-- Elizabeth Drew Stoddard (1823-1902), from “November”

#Elizabeth Drew Stoddard #poetry #quotes