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Pilgrim children dressed for church (17th century American art and dress) Yet grant some small acknowledgement of ours (Bradstreet, “The Prologue”) In darkness foundering Words fail the troubled mind. For who, I ask, can light me When Reason is blind? (Sor Juana, “On the effects of Divine Love”) Dear friends and readers, Among the delights […]

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Photo taken during Plath’s college years — this is one of my favorites (not in the exhibit) One of several self-portraits in the exhibit — she is imitating the popular “abstract” style of the 1950s Pursuit By Sylvia Plath Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit. Racine There is a panther stalks me […]

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Lucy Hutchinson with one of her sons ‘Yet after all this he is gone hence and I remain, an airy phantasm walking about his sepulchre and waiting for the harbinger of day to summon me out of these midnight shades to my desired rest — Lucy Hutchinson, Final Meditation’ I write not for the presse […]

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Joyce or Jan Struther or Anstruther (1945) Dear friends and readers, This is not a foremother poet blog in the mode I used to write them: it’s a preliminary sketch for one. This week I had occasion to read the screenplay for Mrs Miniver and watch the 1942 movie; moved by the script and film, […]

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As Angelica Kauffman’s depiction of Anne Home Hunter as a pensive muse: is no more accurate than George Romney’s of Emma Hart (later Lady Hamilton) as Ariadne: I’ve led with them both as the Ariadne has become an image used for Haydn’s settings of Anne’s lyrics in a recent CD (sung so beautifully by Carolyn […]

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Emily Dickinson (1830-86) It’s all I have to bring today – This, and my heart beside – This, and my heart, and all the fields – And all the meadows wide – Be sure you count – should I forget Some one the sum could tell – This, and my heart, and all the Bees […]

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Photo of Sylvia Plath Plath drew: Large Size Shoes (see essay in Guardian) New Year on Dartmoor — to her daughter, when a baby: This is newness: every little tawdry Obstacle glass-wrapped and peculiar, Glinting and clinking in a saint’s falsetto. Only you Don’t know what to make of the sudden slippiness, The blind, white, […]

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Casper David Friedrich (1774-1840), Sylphide Dear friends and readers, About a week ago we finished a lightning-quick absorbed (for those who participated) reading and discussion of Annette von Droste-Hulshoff’s one work still in print: The Jew’s Beech (first published in 1842), during which we also albeit briefly discussed her life and poetry. She was an […]

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Muriel Rukeyser (1913-80) Dear friends and readers, I’ve chosen Muriel Rukeyser (1913-1980) for this week’s foremother poet because when I’ve come across any of her poems, I find them so just, humane, so lucid and appealing in tone, and this past couple of weeks, the world as depicted in the public media has been so […]

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A Nocturne Para vivir es demasiado el tiempo; Para saber no es nada. A que vinimos, noche, corazon de la noche? No es possible sino sonar, morir, Sonar que no morimos Y, a veces, un instante, despertar. Time is too long for life; For knowledge not enough. What have we come for, night, heart of […]

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