In This Our World, Suffrage Songs and Verses - A Collection of Poems E-Book

Charlotte Perkins Gilman

• Herausgeber: e-artnow
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Seitenzahl: 40

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This carefully crafted ebook: "In This Our World, Suffrage Songs and Verses - A Collection of Poems" 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

In This Our World, Suffrage Songs and Verses - A Collection of Poems

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

Contact: [email protected]

ISBN 978-80-268-3598-1

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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,