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Lipsxml7957: As I went through the city by dayI saw shadows in sunlight,But in the night I saw everywhereStars within the darkness.,John Gould Fletcher, Irradiations; Sand and Spray,hope, light, stars

AshRosa5204: As I went through the city by dayI saw shadows in sunlight,But in the night I saw everywhereStars within the darkness.,John Gould Fletcher, Irradiations; Sand and Spray,hope, light, stars

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StreetsofC: "City of twilight, City that projects into the west, City whose columns rest upon the sunset, city of square, threatening masses blocking out the light: City of twilight, Wrap me in your folds of shadow" - John Gould Fletcher, ‘In the City of Night.’ Photo: Grant Park, Chicago.

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bufocalvin: Happy bookish birthdays, 3 January, to: Carolyn Haywood (the Betsy series), Justin Fleming (Barbarism to Verdict), Henry Handel Richardson (The Getting of Wisdom), John Gould Fletcher (Goblins and Pagodas)...

StreetsofC: “City whose columns rest upon the sunset City of square, threatening masses blocking out the light: City of twilight Wrap me in your folds of shadow.” - John Gould Fletcher, ‘In the City of Night’ Photo: ‘Sky Landing’ by Yoko Ono Sculpture. Wooded Island, Chicago. Dec 2022

engeetw: "Suffer without regret", they seem to cry / "Though dark your suffering is, it may be music" — John Gould Fletcher

sydneyrasch2: John Gould Fletcher Library 823 Buchanan St, Little Rock Adolphine Fletcher Terry Library 2015 Napa Valley Dr, Little Rock Hillary Clinton Children’s Library 4800 W. 10th St, Little Rock William F. Laman Library 2801 Orange St, North Little Rock

BekahCA: 1939: John Gould Fletcher

J_P_Clarke: The sky spreads our its poor array Of tattered flags, Saffron and rose Over the weary huddle of housetops Smoking their evening pipes in silence. John Gould Fletcher

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jlorts: Fate! Fate! All things pass away; Life is forever, youth is for a day. Love again if you may Before the stars are blown out of the sky And the crickets die; Babylon and Samarkand Are mud walls in a waste of sand. --John Gould Fletcher (1886-1950)

Chase_Steely: John Gould Fletcher mentions the Webb School as the reason "Tennessee can still boast of the most thorough of the old Southern academies." It's still open and has an interesting history.

Frank_Hudson: A week ago in Minneapolis we were seeing this earie yellow sky after a thunderstorm. Since then I've heavily recast a 100-year-old poem by Modernist poet John Gould Fletcher into this song of Minnesota's warm, humid summer. Yellow Air (Heat)

barbmilne: 'Heat' John Gould Fletcher (1886–1950) "The heat, pressing upon earth with irresistible lanquor, "Turns all the solid forest into half-liquid smudge."

Frank_Hudson: Reading John Gould Fletcher for the 1st time this week. A different kind of early 20th century American modernist than others I like. Anyone else still read him or have thoughts?

HarthouseJames: "Lincoln" by John Gould Fletcher Fletcher was a member of the Imagist poetry movement in the early Twentieth Century.

LookNoFurther4: 1/ "Lincoln," a poem by John Gould Fletcher "Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of bitter silence, Untended and uncared for, starts to grow.

konallis: I missed this overlap of Aikens and Aldingtons. Joan Aiken was born on the street where Richard Aldington's mother, May Aldington, owned the historic Mermaid Inn. Aiken's father, Conrad Aiken, had earlier been a neighbour of RA's fellow Imagist, John Gould Fletcher, in Boston.

konallis: Nice to see American poet John Gould Fletcher get some love. The article rightly points out the underrating of his influence on the prose poem (along with other Imagists; the recent Penguin anthology of prose poetry includes none of them).

lekhmagazine: John Gould Fletcher (b. Jan 3, 1886 ─ d. May 10, 1950) was an imagist poet. (One of the six imagists who couldn’t survive depression). His thoughts and poems triggered the hearts of many poem lovers and fall them in love with his rhythmic poetry.

RidgeWaIker: John Gould Fletcher's poem The Pioneers published in the collection South Star (1941).

NoJesuitTricks: Richard Weaver remarks, “Traditional Southern education of the classical type had as its aim the production of good men.” Virtue was the chief aim of education, not competency in a particular vocational field. John Gould Fletcher warned of industry oriented education.

OFidhne: … prejudices of Puritanism, the timid conventionality of the mob, despite even her own knowledge of the insoluble riddle of suffering, decay and death.” ~ John Gould Fletcher 2/2

OFidhne: “For I belong to the sunlight, This I would not barter for any kingdom.” ~ John Gould Fletcher

OFidhne: “Yellow melon flowers Crawl beneath the withered peach-trees; A date-palm throws its heavy fronds of steel Against the scoured metallic sky.” ~ John Gould Fletcher

OFidhne: As I went through the city by day I saw shadows in sunlight; But in the night I saw everywhere Stars within the darkness. ~ John Gould Fletcher

OFidhne: “For I belong to the sunlight, This I would not barter for any kingdom.” ~ John Gould Fletcher

OFidhne: Here upon earth there is life, and then death, Dawn, and later nightfall, Fire, and the quenching of embers: But why should I not remember that my night is dawn in another part of the world ~ John Gould Fletcher

johnhornor: Today’s writing nook. A study room at the John Gould Fletcher library, the library I grew up in.

RidgeWaIker: John Gould Fletcher (1886-1950)

RidgeWaIker: You need to be reading: John Gould Fletcher Andrew Lytle Allen Tate Van Wyck Brooks Lewis Mumford DH Lawrence Henry Adams Brooks Adams

PulaskiAR: Celebrate National Library Week by visiting the John Gould Fletcher Library! 823 N Buchanan St Little Rock, AR 72205

sachisaan: RT The Skaters John Gould Fletcher - 1886-1950 The Skaters

bufocalvin: Happy bookish birthdays, 3 January, to: Carolyn Haywood (the Betsy series), Justin Fleming (Barbarism to Verdict), Henry Handel Richardson (The Getting of Wisdom), John Gould Fletcher (Goblins and Pagodas)...

Book_Addict: Happy birthday to Pulitzer Prize-winning writer and poet John Gould Fletcher (January 3,1886), author of "The Burning Mountain”(1946) et al.

OFidhne: In the afternoon, over gold screens, I will brush the blue dust of my dreams. ~ John Gould Fletcher

OFidhne: As I went through the city by day I saw shadows in sunlight; But in the night I saw everywhere Stars within the darkness. ~ John Gould Fletcher

OFidhne: Here upon earth there is life, and then death, Dawn, and later nightfall, Fire, and the quenching of embers: But why should I not remember that my night is dawn in another part of the world ~ John Gould Fletcher

OFidhne: Wind of the night, Questing, swaying, calling, Rustle of dull grasses, Why do you trouble me? ~ John Gould Fletcher

OFidhne: “For I belong to the sunlight, This I would not barter for any kingdom.” ~ John Gould Fletcher

plastic_bio: It is time to create something new. It is time to strip poetry of meaningless tatters of form, and to clothe her in new, suitable garments. - John Gould Fletcher

lancaster_words: A slightly late good morning to Wednesday begins with John Gould Fletcher's The Unquiet Street.

DatHoa: "Like other investigators the Artist is hunting reality." [Fletcher, John Gould; Shaw, James Byrnie: The Spirit of Research, in: The Monist 32(4), Oxford 1922 [p. 548].]

nimrodserling: Non-exhaustive list of actors who should’ve played killers on Columbo: Jason Robards, Yaphet Kotto, James Woods, Frank Sinatra, Anthony Perkins, James Mason, Gary Busey, John Huston, George Carlin, Pete Postlethwaite, Louise Fletcher, Robert Mitchum, Elliott Gould, Bing Crosby

plastic_bio: Imagism was not Symbolism, but it proceeds from it - John Gould Fletcher

seuleseuleseule: Ezra Pound's review of John Gould Fletcher's first publication, which was met with a general scepticism by most critics for being 'too ambitious' for such a young & new poet—

platospupil: A song like the chiming of silver Bells which the breezes play, Seeming to float for ever Towards an unseen day. –John Gould Fletcher (1886–1950)

TeresaB16548284: Good Morning Welcome To My World A song like the chiming of silver Bells which the breezes play, Seeming to float for ever Towards an unseen day. –John Gould Fletcher (1886–1950)

kevblue777: A song like the chiming of silver Bells which the breezes play, Seeming to float for ever Towards an unseen day. –John Gould Fletcher (1886–1950)

HabbyMomma: A song like the chiming of silver Bells which the breezes play, Seeming to float for ever Towards an unseen day. –John Gould Fletcher (1886–1950)

MphStanley: "That music afar, unspoken, ’Tis I have done it wrong: I caught, and I have broken, A distant song. " ~John Gould Fletcher

someonegether: A Distant Song by John Gould Fletcher

mmahesh1: "A Distant Song" read at pre-dawn "Could I but make words of its power, Bring it from the future here, Men’s souls would be waking, that hour, To the victory against fear" John Gould Fletcher - 1st Southern US poet to win Pulitzer Prize (1938)

JeffreyRothsch3: A Distant Song by John Gould Fletcher - Poems |

JeffreyRothsch3: In the City of Night by John Gould Fletcher - Poems | Academy of American Poets

Hilltopswamp: John Gould Fletcher>Walt Whitman

FelwaAlhudaithy: "Our souls were lost in the sky where the stars came out." John Gould Fletcher, from The Walk on the Beach; The Tree of Life: Poems, 1918

PinarAkarturk: John Gould Fletcher writer, Little Rock

HabbyMomma: The glittering leaves of the rhododendrons Balance and vibrate in the cool air; While in the sky above them White clouds chase each other. –John Gould Fletcher (1886–1950)

LeslieH42804691: The glittering leaves of the rhododendrons balance and vibrate in the cool air; while in the sky above them white clouds chase each other John Gould Fletcher

DedyTriRiyadi1: I am blown like a leaf Hither and thither. The city about me Resolves itself into sound of many voices, Rustling and fluttering, Leaves shaken by the breeze. ~ John Gould Fletcher

HarryWilson54: City where the herded crowds glance at me suspiciously, City where the churches are locked, the shops unopened, the houses without hospitality, City of restlessness, Wrap me in your folds of shadow'. John Gould Fletcher.

lancaster_words: Sunday starts with an excerpt from John Gould Fletcher's Irradiations.

onthisday21: OnThisDay (4/1) in 1886 John Gould Fletcher, American poet and author (d. 1950) was born

jjflooringgroup: Named for John Gould Fletcher, the 1st Arkansan to receive a Pulitzer Prize, Fletcher Library features Strata & Pop:

SaeedTavanaee: And these forget-me-nots That once I saw beside a birch-fringed pond; Reflecting into the waters their pure tint , A colour more remote than any sky. JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Demolition of the Waldorf-Astoria             New York, May 1929

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CynthiaDNelson: There is always this drift, Always this chaos, Always renewal. Let us remember That over this chaos There is sometimes moonlight, And sometimes dawn. ~John Gould Fletcher (1917) from poem ‘War Angles’

NORTHTRENTON: Happy Birthday to Alexandros Diomidis (d. 1950), Wilhelm Pieck (d. 1960), Josephine Hull (d. 1957), Francis Browne (d. 1960), Clement Attlee (d. 1967), Duncan Gillis (d. 1963), Raoul Koczalski (d. 1948), Harry Elkins Widener (d. 1912) and John Gould Fletcher (d. 1950).

bufocalvin: Happy bookish birthdays, 3 January, to: Carolyn Haywood (the Betsy series), Justin Fleming (Barbarism to Verdict), Henry Handel Richardson (The Getting of Wisdom), John Gould Fletcher (Goblins and Pagodas)...

Book_Addict: Happy birthday to Pulitzer Prize-winning writer and poet John Gould Fletcher (January 3,1886), author of "The Burning Mountain”(1946) et al.

lancaster_words: Although it's not cold enough for skating here in Lancaster, we welcome Sunday with John Gould Fletcher's The Skaters.

byNatDavidson: Purple and gold, the Aster flower Is an image of my autumnal love: Its golden centre is like a torch To kindle joy in the long still night, A torch of love with violet rays, Grief at its enigmatic heart: Frail clustered flower of my dreams... ~ John Gould Fletcher

iell7_: John Gould Fletcher, from The Walk in the Garden; The Tree of Life: Poems, 1918

HonorableChoice: • Hillary Clinton Children's Library, 4800 W. 10th St., Little Rock • John Gould Fletcher Library, 823 N. Buchanan St., Little Rock • Adophine Fletcher Terry Library, 2015 Napa Valley Drive, Little Rock

BrainFiguring: John Gould Fletcher: “My Happiness is like this sand: I let it run out of my hand”.

TanjaBoness: 5/ For me, “Sleep” by John Gould Fletcher is about the true and unconditional love that you go into very deliberately with your body, your mind, your heart and your soul and perhaps even with the innocence of a child…

BrainFiguring: Brain Figuring — Journal of Purposeful Life: John Gould Fletcher: “My Happiness is like this sand: I let it run out of my hand”.

thatChrisCocca: Who wants to join my Imagist band, "Vermillion Pavilion"? (John Gould Fletcher)

frank_owsley: character, and the charm of balanced personality, in order stuff the mind with unrelated facts. Its goal is industry rather than harmonious living, and self-aggrandizement rather than with God." ~John Gould Fletcher

WVPitt: I really enjoy John Gould Fletcher's essay in "I'll Take My Stand" concerning education.

barbmilne: John Gould Fletcher (1886 - 1950) 'The Swan' "Under a wall of bronze, Where beeches dip and trail Their branches in the water; With red-tipped head and wings— A beaked ship under sail— There glides a single swan."

OccultFan: The glittering leaves of the rhododendrons Balance and vibrate in the cool air; While in the sky above them White clouds chase each other. –John Gould Fletcher (1886–1950)

kevblue777: The glittering leaves of the rhododendrons Balance and vibrate in the cool air; While in the sky above them White clouds chase each other. –John Gould Fletcher (1886–1950)

Cornishnye: The Unquiet Street by John Gould Fletcher (1886-1950)

kuarpublicradio: For this year, 11 early voting locations are available. That’s two more than offered before, with the John Gould Fletcher Library and the Hillary Rodham Clinton Children’s Library opening its doors to early voters.

NORTHTRENTON: Happy Birthday to Alexandros Diomidis (d. 1950), Wilhelm Pieck (d. 1960), Josephine Hull (d. 1957), Francis Browne (d. 1960), Clement Attlee (d. 1967), Duncan Gillis (d. 1963), Raoul Koczalski (d. 1948), Harry Elkins Widener (d. 1912) and John Gould Fletcher (d. 1950).

bufocalvin: Happy bookish birthdays (3 January) to Carolyn Haywood (the Betsy series), Justin Fleming (Barbarism to Verdict), Henry Handel Richardson (The Getting of Wisdom), John Gould Fletcher (Goblins and Pagodas)...

Book_Addict: Happy birthday to Pulitzer Prize-winning writer and poet John Gould Fletcher (January 3,1886), author of "The Burning Mountain”(1946) et al.

BeineckeLibrary: John Gould Fletcher Collection

AlwaysGoodStuff: The Enduring ~ John Gould Fletcher

Warholla_online: “In the afternoon, over gold screens, I will brush the blue dust of my dreams.” ― John Gould Fletcher, Irradiations; Sand and Spray

liz_mcfie: In the afternoon, over gold screens, I will brush the blue dust of my dreams. PS. - John Gould Fletcher, Irradiations; Sand and Spray

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chessforumnyc: In the City of Night John Gould Fletcher, 1886 - 1950 (To the Memory of Edgar Allan Poe) City of rain, city where the bleak wind batters the hard drops once and again, sousing a shivering, cursing beggar who clings amid the stiff Apostles on the cathedral portico



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