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[soulmaking]

Hilda Conkling

#hilda conkling #poems #poetry #words #moonlight #night #literature #lit #poem

[violettesiren]

I weave them of sun and moonbeams; I run back and forth making my nets. The seagulls scream… Tell me where to catch the songs; I have a magic in my own mind That tells me.

Song nets, I weave you with all my love You glitter like pearls and rubies… In you I catch songs like butterflies. You go past my reaching hand With a thin gauzy floating… And the songs are caught Before they fade away. Last night my hand caught a song Of pines and quiet rivers: I shall keep it forever.

Song Nets by Hilda Conkling

#hilda conkling

[gay-mormon-wizard]

"August Afternoon" by Hilda Conkling

#Hilda Conkling #august #august poetry #august posting #poetry

[mae-we-post-poems]

Gift

Hilda Conkling

This is mint and here are three pinks

I have brought you, Mother.

They are wet with rain

And shining with it.

The pinks smell like more of them

In a blue vase:

The mint smells like summer

In many gardens.

#gift #hilda conkling #poems #poem #writing #literature #poem post #poetry #mint #pink #mother #mom #mama #wet #rain #shining #blue #vase #vases #summer #gardens #smells

[marimuntanya]

Gift

This is mint and here are three pinks I have brought you, Mother. They are wet with rain And shining with it. The pinks smell like more of them In a blue vase: The mint smells like summer In many gardens.

-Hilda Conkling

#hilda conkling #poet #poetry #poem a day #poets.org #national poetry month #april #national poetry month day #6 #april national poetry month #gift #gift by hilda conkling

[jbfletcher]

Gift

This is mint and here are three pinks I have brought you, Mother. They are wet with rain And shining with it. The pinks smell like more of them In a blue vase: The mint smells like summer In many gardens.

-- Hilda Conkling

#poetry #hilda conkling

[smute]

today's poem-a-day ough <3

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#for context: virtually all of hilda conkling's published work was written when she was between 4 and 12 years old #🥹 #& #poetry #sommer

[manforsale]

“WHEN I SEE THE WATER'S FINGERS AND THE MOON'S RAYS / INTERTWINED, / I THINK OF ALL THE WORDS I LOVE TO HEAR” - HILDA CONKLING

“[T]here’s earned little moments, mainly between Blackbeard and Stede, where it suddenly turns into a Mills & Boon cover, you know? And it’s like the sun is too big, you know? Or the full moon is way too big and unrealistic, but in their minds, that’s what it looks like.” - Taika Waititi

#i finally made this web weaving after months of procrastinating. thanks to the polycrew for their help #ofmd #blackbonnet #taika waititi #natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812 #web weaving #🕸🧺

[gingerteaonthetardis]

—LILACS—

@sunnibits / lilacs, grey weather - claude monet / lilacs - hilda conkling / lilacs in a window - mary cassatt / @gingerteaonthetardis / white lilacs in a glass vase - édouard manet / lilacs - amy lowell / lilac bush - vincent van gogh / @deardiary17

#all of us sharing photos of lilacs across states and countries and oceans has made me very very sentimental so i made a little collection #frens tag #web weaving #(not really but sort of) #abbey's garden tag #abbey's tender tag

[squeakowl]

This is mint and here are three pinks  I have brought you, Mother.  They are wet with rain  And shining with it.  The pinks smell like more of them  In a blue vase:  The mint smells like summer  In many gardens.

~ Hilda Conkling, Gift

#quote #quotes #poetry #mothers day

[soulmaking]

“Gift” was composed by Conkling when she was between the ages of seven and nine years old.

#poetry #hilda conkling #gift #mothers and daughters #flowers #nature #rain #summer #love #literature #words #poems #poem

[violettesiren]

When the south sang like a nightingale It was the hour bringing the tinted dawn. Over the meadow's grassy breast I trod with trembling feet: I rested on moss: My thoughts glittered... I felt I could touch them. My hair was blowing... fell around me... I heard the nightingale wind Like magic in mist: It was then I said to the thick trees "Why try to pretend? You cannot hide the world from me: It is looking at me through your fingers."

South Wind by Hilda Conkling

#hilda conkling

[vincentstlouis]

Down the highroad of the Milky Way

We go riding

On horses made of stars.

The clouds flit like white butterflies;

We are dry . . . we do not know it is raining

Upon earth.

Roses of opal and pearl

Sway back and forth in the muisical wind . . .

Pine trees like emeralds hang . . .

A pheasant's wing like a fan is spread . . .

White mountain-peaks gleam . . .

Purple and silver is the sunrise.

Quiet lakes shine along the Milky Way

Like mirrors you hang on cottage walls.

When I am asleep

This is what I shall dream.

Things can never really go,

They come again and stay.

When your thoughts are put on beautiful things

They come alive and stay alive

In your mind.

“The Milky Way”

by Hilda Conkling

#poetry #rest #stars #space #galaxies #galaxy #astro notes #astronomy #cosmology

[patriciaaaoro]

The poem I will be referring off of is already quite modern. Meaning that there is not much to "translate" to everyday speech.

The title itself, "Flowers faded and gone" does give off a gloomy, even sad, connotation. The theme could be about accepting fate, or accepting things for what it will be. For instance, the second stanza that is two lines mentions how we should let them go since they are leaving. As well as the last line of the poem is "They wait for the wind.".

The narrator, Hilda Conkling, first mentions how the petals off a flower look to create an image. No known metaphors and the flower can be seen as a symbol.

[trixie-and-ames]

The world turns softly

Not to spill its lakes and rivers.

-Hilda Conkling, American poet

[mitskey]

Bread: A Love Language

— Roque Dalton, Like You/ Hilda Conkling, About My Dreams/ Eileen Myles/ Art Source: Pinterest/ Marilyn Hacker, Morning News/ CAConrad, (Soma)tic 5: Storm SOAKED Bread/ Yosl Grinshpan, The Miner's Family/ Art Source: Pinterest/ Gerald Stern, The Sparrow/ Countee Cullen, Bread and Wine

#roque dalton #hilda Conkling #eileen myles #marilyn hacker #caconrad #yosl Grinshpan #Gerald Stern #countee cullen #bread #pinterest #moodboard #art moodboard #queue #web weaving #quotes compilation #compilation #parallels #text #typography #fragments #quotes #excerpt #dark academia #academia #poetry #light academia #literature #words #romantic academia #chaotic academia