Who is Jeanne Robert Foster

Jeanne Robert Foster (née, Julia Elizabeth Oliver; March 10, 1879 – September 22, 1970) was an American poet from the Adirondack Mountains.

Biography

Julia Elizabeth Oliver was born in Johnsburg, New York, March 10, 1879.

In 1896, she married Matlock Foster, and lived in Rochester, New York. She studied drama at the Stanhope-Wheatcroft Dramatic School, and worked in magazine journalism. She attended Radcliffe College and Boston University simultaneously as a special student. Professor Charles Townsend Copeland of Harvard was her personal instructor for three years and was a strong influence. She became a leading fashion model. In 1903, she was chosen as the "Harrison Fisher Girl". The couple then moved to Boston; she continued to work as a journalist th...
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  • The Bitter Herb
    O bitter herb, Forgetfulness,
    I search for you in vain;
    You are the only growing thing
    Can take away my pain....
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Away 1 Breath 1 Death 1 Pain 1 Wild 1 Young 1 Bitter 1


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