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BurlingtonMag: Published in this month’s issue is the first published account of Edgar and Leonora Speyer's collection of Renaissance art, which seeks to restore their place in twentieth-century cultural history.
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RevRichardColes: The 150th anniversary of the birth of Leonora Lady Speyer, virtuoso violinist and London Society hostess, who was ostracised for being insufficiently hostile to Germany in 1915 and went to live in NYC where she became a poet, winning a Pulitzer Prize for The Fiddler’s Farewell.
MadocLeonard: Reading a novel in which Leonora Speyer is mentioned. I confess myself ignorant of this Pulitzer Prize-winning poet. I'll rectify the matter!
_ui1422: Love has a hundred gentle ends.
Leonora Speyer
_ui1422: They dip their wings in sunset,
They dash against the air,
As if to break themselves ..
Upon its stillness.
Leonora Speyer / Swallow
NatalieLydick: “Bud unplucked and leaf a-quiver,
Bird that lifts a tuneless trilling,
Restless dream of brook and river,
All June’s cup a wasted spilling—
You and I so thirsty-hearted!—
Summer knows us parted”
- Leonora Speyer, “Summer Sorrow”
MySuperheroFFI: “The trees are God’s great alphabet: With them He writes in shining green across the world His thoughts serene.” - Leonora Speyer
cartex___: You gave me wings to
fly, then took away
my sky.
- Leonora Speyer
platospupil: Its hot voice sizzles from some cool tree
Near-by:
It seems to burn its way through the air
Like a small, pointed flame of sound
Sharpened on the ecstatic edge of sunbeams.
–"The Locust," Leonora Speyer (1872–1956)
mbharrington501: Its hot voice sizzles from some cool tree
Near-by:
It seems to burn its way through the air
Like a small, pointed flame of sound
Sharpened on the ecstatic edge of sunbeams.
–"The Locust," Leonora Speyer (1872–1956)
AmahlBishara: The Locust by Leonora Speyer - Poems | Academy of American Poets
POETSorg: Its hot voice sizzles from some cool tree
Near-by:
It seems to burn its way through the air
—Leonora Speyer
kingcatkeyon: The Locust
Its hot voice sizzles from some cool tree
Near-by:
It seems to burn its way through the air
Like a small, pointed flame of sound
Sharpened on the ecstatic edge of sunbeams.
- Leonora Speyer, 1921
JaniceNortherns: “a small, pointed flame of sound/ Sharpened on the ecstatic edge of sunbeams.”
I always enjoy Poem a Day Saturday throwbacks. This poem published in 1920.
The Locust by Leonora Speyer - Poems | Academy of American Poets
JeffreyRothsch3: The Locust by Leonora Speyer - Poems | Academy of American Poets
JeffreyRothsch3: A Gift by Leonora Speyer - Poems | Academy of American Poets
deannamascle: The Locust by Leonora Speyer - Poems | Academy of American Poets
KtyYahoo: The Locust by Leonora Speyer - Poems | Academy of American Poets
POETSorg: How shall quiet mosses ease me,
Or the night-wind cool my craving?
Hill and hedgerow, cloud-sweet sky,
Echo our good-by.
—Leonora Speyer
slowdownshow: “Written by Leonora Speyer, who won the Pulitzer Prize for her book of poems in 1927, this is the ideal summer poem for those steeped in the drama of missing someone,” Ada says in our latest episode.
Today’s poem is “Summer Sorrow” by Leonora Speyer
slowdownshow: What shall meadow hold to please me, / Spreading wide its scented waving, / How shall quiet mosses ease me, / Or the night-wind cool my craving? / Hill and hedgerow, cloud-sweet sky, / Echo our good-by.
Today’s poem is “Summer Sorrow” by Leonora Speyer
20LwAfy8dX9H8Lg: "Lady Speyer (Leonora von Stosch)" was created in 1907 by John Singer Sargent
MelanieJaxn: The trees are God’s great alphabet:
With them He writes in shining green
Across the world His thoughts serene.
~Leonora Speyer
odnuris: They hover and lean toward the meadow
With little edged cries;
And then,
As if frightened at the earth’s nearness,
They seek the high austerity of evening sky
And swirl into its depth.
Leonora Speyer (1872-1956)
100YearsAgoNews: (1921 photo of Speyer with his wife, the writer and musician Leonora Speyer, who in 1927 won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry; Manchester Guardian)
_ui1422: Love has a hundred gentle ends.
Leonora Speyer
_ui1422: Sky .. be my depth ;
Wind .. be my width and my height ;
World .. my heart's span :
Loneliness .. wings for my flight !
Leonora Speyer
_ui1422: They dip their wings in sunset,
They dash against the air,
As if to break themself upon its stillness.
Leonora Speyer / Swallow
ChronAmLOC: American poet and violinist Leonora Speyer was born on this day in 1872. Discover more “Notable Nativities” in our historic newspaper archive.
ShinyHistGems: Born on this day: poet and violinist Leonora Speyer (1872-1956)
FrancescSempere: Your hot voice sizzles from some cool tree near-by:
You seem to burn your way through the air
Like a small, pointed flame of sound,
Sharpened on the ecstatic edge of sun-beams!
Leonora Speyer.
American poet and violinist.
Photography by Stephanie Zollshan. Washington D. C.
fairliehope: ‘Horizons, reach out!
Catch my hands, stretch me taut,
Rim of the world;
Widen my eyes by thought.
Sky, be my depth,
Wind, my jubilant width and my height,
World, my heart’s span;
Loneliness, wings of my flight!’ — Leonora Speyer (1872-1956)
heresheisnow: "Summer Sorrow," by Leonora Speyer
POETSorg: What shall meadow hold to please me,
Spreading wide its scented waving,
How shall quiet mosses ease me,
Or the night-wind cool my craving?
—Leonora Speyer
Greebohobbes: Edgar Speyer and Leonora Speyer, 1921
He was an American-born financier and philanthropist. She was an American poet and violinist.
Photograph: Henry Walter Barnett
Greebohobbes: Lady Leonora Speyer by John Singer Sargent, 1907
deannamascle: Summer Sorrow by Leonora Speyer - Poems | Academy of American Poets
JeffreyRothsch3: Summer Sorrow by Leonora Speyer - Poems | Academy of American Poets
JeffreyRothsch3: Gulls by Leonora Speyer - Poems | Academy of American Poets
NatalieLydick: “Bud unplucked and leaf a-quiver,
Bird that lifts a tuneless trilling,
Restless dream of brook and river,
All June’s cup a wasted spilling—
You and I so thirsty-hearted!—
Summer knows us parted.”
- Leonora Speyer, “Summer Sorrow”
POETSorg: And a silver sifting of light,
A coolness;
A sense of summer anger passing,
Of summer gentleness creeping nearer—
Penitent, tearful,
Forgiven!
—Leonora Speyer
iambhutia: Swallows ~ Leonora Speyer
They dip their wings in the sunset,
They dash against the air
As if to break themselves upon its stillness:
...
A furtive delight in trees they do not desire
And in grasses that shall not know their weight.
MelanieJaxn: The trees are God’s great alphabet:
With them He writes in shining green
Across the world His thoughts serene.
~Leonora Speyer (The Strange Dragon Blood Tree of Socotra Island )
PNPAbraLagayan: The trees are God’s great alphabet:
With them He writes in shining green
Across the world His thoughts serene.
– Leonora Speyer-
YourAng45188210: You gave me wings to fly,
... then took away my sky.
-Leonora Speyer
FruitsOfRepent1: The trees are God's great alphabet:
With them He writes in shining green
Across the world His thoughts serene.
~Leonora Speyer
mrpeterivan: "The trees are God's great alphabet: With them He writes in shining green Across the world His thoughts serene."
- Leonora Speyer
CatholicPods: Born today: American poet and violinist Leonora Speyer (1872-1956). She won the 1927 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for her book of poetry Fiddler's Farewell. Her work is quite rhythmically and emotionally engaging. Portrait by John Singer Sargent and poem below:
killingerica_: you gave me wings to fly, then took away my sky
- leonora speyer
abigail_holland: The trees are God's great alphabet:
With them
He writes in shining green
Across the world
His thoughts serene.
Leonora Speyer
CraigSMaxwell: Like a slow child that does not heed,
I stand at summer's knees,
And from the primer of the wood
I spell that life and love are good,
I learn to read."
--Leonora Speyer
oyousef45: "Trees are the great alphabet of God.
With them He writes his serene thoughts all over the world in bright green "
(Leonora Speyer)
ShieldsAndrew: 24 July 2020: Leonora Speyer, "Swallows"
_ui1422: Love has a hundred gentle ends.
Leonora Speyer
_ui1422: Sky, be my death ;
Wind, be my width and my height ;
World, my heart's span ;
Loneliness, wings for my flight !
Leonora Speyer
_ui1422: They dip their wings in sunset,
They dash against the air.
As if to break themself upon its stillness.
Leonora Speyer / Swallows
_ui1422: The trees are God's great alphabet :
With them he writes in shining green..
Across the world his thoughts serene.
Leonora Speyer
Ambreen86026045: "The trees are God’s great alphabet:
With them He writes in shining green
Across the world His thoughts serene."
~Leonora Speyer
datu_tin: "You gave me wings to fly, then took away my sky."
-Leonora Speyer
MelanieJaxn: The trees are God’s great alphabet:
With them He writes in shining green
Across the world His thoughts serene.
~Leonora Speyer
bbakrmilt: "You gave me wings to fly, then took away my sky."
-Leonora Speyer
ianabwaoh: Love has one hundred gentle ends
-Leonora Speyer
Regresists: Love has a hundred gentle ends.
—Leonora Speyer
POETSorg: The squall sweeps gray-winged across the obliterated hills,
And the startled lake seems to run before it
—Leonora Speyer
yourprettywords: “Swallows,” Leonora Speyer - They dip their wings in the sunset, They dash against the air As if to break themselves upon its stillness: In every movement, too swift to count, Is a revelry of indecision, A furtive delight in trees they do not...
ItsAlKitching: Anyway. Just worked this out. I’ve not heard it before. It’s Leonora Speyer, about swallows:
“In every movement, too swift to count,
Is a revelry of indecision”
Isn’t that great?
MelanieJaxn: The trees are God’s great alphabet:
With them He writes in shining green
Across the world His thoughts serene.
~Leonora Speyer
holdonhappiness: A Poem for Thursday: Swallows by Leonora Speyer.
Wikipatia: 11/7/1872 - b. Leonora Speyer, American poet, violinist. Poetry collection "Fiddler's Farewell" won the Pulitzer Pr...
InCityInSight: Long-forgotten Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Leonora Speyer, born OTD in 1872, died at the old Flower and Fifth Avenue hospital in 1951.
Moonbootica: Leonora Speyer - Portrait by John Singer Sargent, 1907
AyiEtim1: Each person is an enigma. You're a puzzle not only to
yourself but also to
everyone else, and the
great mystery...
poetry_rr: Enigma by Leonora Speyer - Poems
OneDorset: Mainly the poems of Leonora Speyer
LindseyMartinB1: Amazing she wrote this long ago: "Engima" by Leonora Speyer
poemtoday: A Favourite Leonora Speyer Poem - Enigma t would be easy to forgive, If I could but remember; If I could...
freewilberlocke: 'Enigma' a poem by Leonora Speyer
Eric_M_Murphy: "It would be easy to forgive,
If I could but remember..."
--Leonora Speyer
POETSorg: Read today's Poem-a-Day: Leonora Speyer's "Engima."
jdubqca: "Engima" by Leonora Speyer was published in A Canopic Jar in 1921
Goodfellers408: The trees are God's great alphabet:
With them He writes in shining green
Across the world His thoughts serene.
~Leonora Speyer
JamesEmlund: The trees are God's great alphabet:
With them He writes in shining green
Across the world His thoughts serene.
by Leonora Speyer
Christy_PT: "Love has a hundred gentle ends." -Leonora Speyer
'Letting go is a process that is seldom easy. For many, its...
nicratwoman: The trees are God's great alphabet:
With them
He writes in shining green
Across the world
His thoughts serene....
val_soultrees: The trees are God's great alphabet:
With them He writes in shining green
Across the world His thoughts serene.
(Leo...
