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Charlotte Perkins Gilman

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This carefully crafted ebook: "A Collection of Poems by Charlotte Perkins Gilman (In This Our World, Suffrage Songs and Verses)" is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents. Charlotte Perkins Gilman (1860-1935) was a prominent American feminist, sociologist, novelist, writer of short stories, poetry, and nonfiction, and a lecturer for social reform. She was a utopian feminist during a time when her accomplishments were exceptional for women, and she served as a role model for future generations of feminists because of her unorthodox concepts and lifestyle. Her best remembered work today is her semi-autobiographical short story "The Yellow Wallpaper" which she wrote after a severe bout of postpartum psychosis. Table of Contents: Then This Arrears How Doth The Hat Thanksgiving Thanksong Love Steps Child Labor His Crutches Get Your Work Done A Central Sun, a song Locked Inside Here is the Earth The "Anti" and The Fly Two Prayers Before Warm February Winds Little Leafy Brothers A Walk Walk Walk Ode to A Fool The Sands Water-Lure Aunt Eliza The Cripple When Thou Gainest Happiness For Fear His Agony Brain Service The Kingdom Heaven Forbid! The Puritan The Malingerer May Leaves The Room at The Top A Bawling World O Faithful Clay! We Eat At Home The Earth's Entail Alas! "The Outer Reef!" To-Morrow Night The Waiting-Room Only Mine A Question In How Little Time The Socialist and The Suffragist Worship The Little White Animals Many Windows In A Much Love's Highest

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Charlotte Perkins Gilman

A Collection of Poems by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

(In This Our World, Suffrage Songs and Verses)

Poetry Collection by the famous American writer, feminist, social reformer and a respected sociologist, well-known for her stories The Yellow Wallpaper and Herland

e-artnow, 2015
ISBN 978-80-268-3344-4

Table of Contents

Then This
Arrears
How Doth The Hat
Thanksgiving
Thanksong
Love
Steps
Child Labor
His Crutches
Get Your Work Done
A Central Sun, a song
Locked Inside
Here Is The Earth
The "Anti" And The Fly
Two Prayers
Before Warm February Winds
Little Leafy Brothers
A Walk Walk Walk
Ode To A Fool
The Sands
Water-lure
Aunt Eliza
The Cripple
When Thou Gainest Happiness
For Fear
His Agony
Brain Service
The Kingdom
Heaven Forbid!
The Puritan
The Malingerer
May Leaves
The Room At The Top
A Bawling World
O Faithful Clay!
We Eat At Home
The Earth's Entail
Alas!
"The Outer Reef!"
To-morrow Night
The Waiting-Room
Only Mine
A Question
In How Little Time
The Socialist And The Suffragist
Worship
The Little White Animals
Many Windows
In A Much
Love's Highest

Then This

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The news-stands bloom with magazines, They flame, they blaze indeed; So bright the cover-colors glow, So clear the startling stories show, So vivid their pictorial scenes, That he who runs may read.

Then This: It strives in prose and verse, Thought, fancy, fact and fun, To tell the things we ought to know, To point the way we ought to go,

Arrears

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Our gratitude goes up in smoke, In incense smoke of prayer; We thank the Underlying Love, The Overarching Care— We do not thank the living men Who make our lives so fair.

For long insolvent centuries We have been clothed and fed, By the spared captive, spared for once, By inches slain instead; He gave his service and is gone; Unthanked, unpaid, and dead.

His labor built the world we love; Our highest flights to-day Rest on the service of the past, Which we can never pay; A long repudiated debt Blackens our upward way.

Our fingers owed his fathers dead— Disgrace beyond repair! No late remorse, no new-found shame Can save our honor there: But we can now begin to pay The starved and stunted heir!

We thank the Power above for all— Gladly we do, and should.

How Doth The Hat

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How doth the hat loom large upon her head! Furred like a busby; plumed as hearses are; Armed with eye-spearing quills; bewebbed and hung With lacy, silky, downy draperies; With spread, wide-waggling feathers fronded high In bosky thickets of Cimmerian gloom.

How doth the hat with colors dare the eye! Arrest—attract—allure—affront—appall! Vivid and varied as are paroquets; Dove-dull; one mass of white; all solid red; Black with the blackness of a mourning world— Compounded type of "Chaos and Old Night"!

How doth the hat expand: wax wide, and swell! Such is its size that none can predicate Or hair, or head, or shoulders of the frame Below thIs bulk, this beauty-burying bulk; Trespassing rude on all who walk beside, Brutally blinding all who sit behind.

How doth the hat's mere mass more monstrous grow Into a riot of repugnant shapes! Shapes ignominious, extreme, bizarre, Bulbous, distorted, unsymmetrical— Of no relation to the human head— To beauty, comfort, dignity or grace.

Shape of a dishpan! Of a pail! A tub! Of an inverted wastebasket wherein The head finds lodgment most appropriate! Shape of a wide-spread wilted griddlecake! Shape of the body of an octopus Set sideways on a fireman's misplaced brim!

How doth the hat show callous cruelty In decoration costing countless deaths; Carrying corpses for its ornaments; Wreath of dead humming-birds, dismembered gulls, The mother heron's breastknot, stiffened wings; Torn fragments of a world of wasted life.

How doth the hat effect the minds of men? Patient bill-payers, chivalrously dumb!

Thanksgiving

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I never thought much of the folks who pray The Lord to make them thankful for a meal Expecting Him to furnish all the food And then provide them with the gratitude They haven't grace to feel.

I never thought much of this yearly thanks, Either for what once happened long ago, Or for "our constant mercies." To my mind If we're to thank a Power that's daily kind,