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AdityaNegiHP: Snow-capped mountain, so white, so tall,
The whole sea
Must stand behind you!
Snow-capped mountain, with the wind on your forehead,
Do you hold the eagles' nests?
[HILDA CONKLING]
velvetg86947520: Hilda Conkling
Snowflake Song
BoeingSvetlana: Lilac princess
Swaying in a lavender gown,
She looks at no one
But straight into the eyes
Of sky and wind. ~ Hilda Conkling
MelanieJaxn: Little soldier with the golden helmet,
O What are you guarding on my lawn?
You with your green gun
And your yellow beard,
Why do you stand so stiff?
There is only the grass to fight!
-Hilda Conkling
Jaennecom: 2023-02-18 – Volcano by Hilda Conkling
wareFLO: "Proud thing,
You shine like a lily,
Yet with a different whiteness;
I should not dare to venture
Up your slippery towers,
For I am thinking you lean too far
Over the Edge of the World!"
--Hilda Conkling (Snow-Capped Mountain)
platospupil: The world turns softly
Not to spill its lakes and rivers.
–Hilda Conkling, American poet (1910–86)
mbharrington501: The world turns softly
Not to spill its lakes and rivers.
–Hilda Conkling, American poet (1910–86
kevblue777: The world turns softly
Not to spill its lakes and rivers.
–Hilda Conkling, American poet (1910–86)
Lizzie_Lou_5: Year Of Nefelibata (Day 270): At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.//Daisies:: Hilda Conkling
MelanieJaxn: LITTLE soldier with the golden helmet,
O What are you guarding on my lawn?
You with your green gun
And your yellow beard,
Why do you stand so stiff?
There is only the grass to fight!
-Hilda Conkling
nausicaadelaire: "The world turns softly not to spill its lakes and rivers.
The water is held in the water.
What is water, that pours silver, and can hold the sky?"
- Hilda Conkling
consertum: After lilacs come out,
The air loves to flow about them
The way water in wood-streams
Flow and love wanders.
Hilda Conkling/ Lilacs
MelanieJaxn: Little soldier with the golden helmet,
O What are you guarding on my lawn?
You with your green gun
And your yellow beard,
Why do you stand so stiff?
There is only the grass to fight!
-Hilda Conkling
twelvetreesbook: For your poetic heart: Poems by a Little Girl by Hilda Conkling (but NOT for comparing your accomplishments today,ok?)
twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves
On the autumn grass;
I was a fairy queen all day."
- from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling
twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves
On the autumn grass;
I was a fairy queen all day."
- from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling
twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves
On the autumn grass;
I was a fairy queen all day."
- from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling
twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves
On the autumn grass;
I was a fairy queen all day."
- from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling
twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves
On the autumn grass;
I was a fairy queen all day."
- from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling
twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves
On the autumn grass;
I was a fairy queen all day."
- from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling
twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves
On the autumn grass;
I was a fairy queen all day."
- from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling
twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves
On the autumn grass;
I was a fairy queen all day."
- from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling
twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves
On the autumn grass;
I was a fairy queen all day."
- from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling
twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves
On the autumn grass;
I was a fairy queen all day."
- from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling
twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves
On the autumn grass;
I was a fairy queen all day."
- from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling
twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves
On the autumn grass;
I was a fairy queen all day."
- from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling
twelvetreesbook: "I made a ring of leaves
On the autumn grass;
I was a fairy queen all day."
- from Fairy Footsteps by Hilda Conkling
MastStore: Isn't a summer meadow carpeted in wildflowers simply poetic?
"Snow-white shawls . . .
Golden faces . . .
Countryside, hillside, wayside people . . .
Little market-women
Selling dew and yellow flour
To make bread
For some city of elves. . . ."
— Hilda Conkling
shufflenetwork: Joy is not a thing you can see
It is what you feel when you watch waves breaking
Or when you peer through a net of woven violet stems
In Spring grass
It is not sunlight, not moonlight,
But a separate shining
Joy lives behind people's eyes.
- Hilda Conkling
mo.illustrationss on IG
mbailatj: "I think the wind is a little selfish
About lilacs when they flower."
Hilda Conkling, 1920
georgedance04: Today's poem on Penny's Poetry Blog:
March Thought, by Hilda Conkling
I am waiting for the flowers
[...]
o_franco_aleman: The world turns softly
Not to spill its lakes and rivers.
The water is held in its arms,
And the sky is held in the water.
Hilda Conkling
paulingram26: Child poet Hilda Conkling(early 19th cent)
DoinaBadescu: The world turns softly
Not to spill its lakes and rivers.
Hilda Conkling
CynthiaDNelson: I pick strawberries,
I sing and play,
And happiness makes me like a great god
On the earth.
It makes me think of great things
A little girl like me
Could not know of.
–Hilda Conkling, 1920
from her poem 'Summer-Day Song', written between 7-9 years old
CynthiaDNelson: What would you do . . . I asked my heart . . .
If you were a floating ship of the sky . . .
If you were a peering bird . . .
If you were a wild geranium?
And my heart made answer:
That is what I wonder and wonder!
By 7-9 yr old Hilda Conkling, 1920, 'Three Thoughts of My Heart'
MelanieJaxn: LITTLE soldier with the golden helmet,
O What are you guarding on my lawn?
You with your green gun
And your yellow beard,
Why do you stand so stiff?
There is only the grass to fight!
-Hilda Conkling
MelanieJaxn: LITTLE soldier with the golden helmet,
O What are you guarding on my lawn?
You with your green gun
And your yellow beard,
Why do you stand so stiff?
There is only the grass to fight!
-Hilda Conkling
deannamascle: About My Dreams by Hilda Conkling - Poems | Academy of American Poets
djcontraption: So that the milk they drink
May make them think of meadows
In the sky of stars.
Help me give bread to the other children
So that their dreams may come back:
So they will remember what they knew
Before they came through the cloud
from "About My Dreams"
by
OneDorset: The poems of Hilda Conkling
HowardFricker: Check out this tweet from POETSorg:
They remember the sky, my little dreams,
They have wings, they are quick, they are sweet.
—Hilda Conkling…
paulssmith: "Dear God, let me hold up my silver cup
For them to drink,
And tell them the sweetness
Of my dreams."
From "About My Dreams" by Hilda Conkling.
LesothoPoet: Poéfrika: About my dreams, a poem by Hilda Conkling
VerbleGherulous: Hilda Conkling "About my Dreams"
MattFetchko: Poem of the day: “About My Dreams” by Hilda Conkling
johnleeclark: (for dietitians of the mind are quite as apt to be faddists as dietitians of the stomach)
—Hilda Conkling, Poems by a Little Girl
ThomasLaVoy: 'Dreamsongs,' my new project for upper voice choirs, has officially been launched! Any conductors of youth/children's choirs or other SA ensembles are welcome to participate. Can't wait to get started on these settings of Hilda Conkling's poetry.
kleistwahr: retirado do livro shoes of the wind, 1922, hilda conkling
janice_scully: Child-poet Hilda Conkling’s, Poems By A Little Girl, is on public domain. 1920’s. Her work told to and transcribed by her mother before age nine! Love this from her poem Water: What is water/that pours silver/and can fold the sky?
bidwellhollow: Today's the birthday of a poet who composed all of her known poems between the age of four and 14. Read some of Hilda Conkling's work here:
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SNatuhamya: "The World turns softly
The water held in it's arms"
Hilda Conkling-Water
rajoyceUCB: --Hilda Conkling, "Moon in October"
MeganGlassHoyt: Trying to find info on poet Hilda Conkling's life. Was it a mystery? Who is keeping this information from us? Was s...
