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GionGeisha: The Watcher by Margaret Widdemer. A poem about a Mother ♥️
annapet78958692: He looked like a young Crusader on a tomb. That was Phyllis's first impression of Allan Harrington.,Margaret Widdemer, The Rose-Garden Husband,humour, invalid,
deannamascle: The Women’s Litany by Margaret Widdemer - Poems |
reescb: Winter Branches
Margaret Widdemer
When winter-time grows weary, I lift my eyes on high
And see the black trees standing, stripped clear against the sky;
Slim and black and wonderful, with all unrest gone by,
The stripped tree-boughs comfort me, drawn clear against the sky.
flusteredduck: The Women’s Litany by Margaret Widdemer
LoraJones: Tree latticework of the wood's edge, looking like leading against the stained-glass sky.
"When winter-time grows weary, I lift my eyes on high
And see the black trees standing, stripped clear against the sky" - Margaret Widdemer.
SLEEPONSILVER: To Youth After Pain - Margaret Widdemer
Spill_Words: Winter Branches
a poem by
Margaret Widdemer
When winter-time grows weary, I lift my eyes on high
And see the black trees standing, stripped clear against the sky;
They stand there very silent, with the cold
BekahCA: Day 2.5: 1919 Margaret Widdemer. Selecting from her collected works though she won with Old Road to Paradise.
PlanetShannonTV: Marked as to-read: Why Not? by Margaret Widdemer
MelanieJaxn: Last night—I cannot know which way it came
Or what star-way it went—
There was a little dream without a name
That left my soul content...
~Margaret Widdemer
LoveCarousel: The Modern Woman to Her Lover by Margaret Widdemer
EricTajalle: Little Girl And Boy Land by Margaret Widdemer (1924 1st Hardcover)
Spill_Words: Winter Branches
a poem by
Margaret Widdemer
When winter-time grows weary, I lift my eyes on high
And see the black trees standing, stripped clear against the sky;
They stand there very silent, with the cold
EricTajalle: Little Girl And Boy Land by Margaret Widdemer (1924 1st Hardcover)
Greebohobbes: Illustration for the frontispiece of The Wishing-Ring Man by Margaret Widdemer (1917)
Art by Willy Pogány
GianlucaUgolini: To a Young Girl at a Window
Margaret Widdemer
marywordymary: This week for work I finished polishing a small story about equality and trains, wrote a number of cinquains about a naiad visiting a circus, & raved about an old poem by Margaret Widdemer. Plus a few iambic tetrameter quatrains in nearly perfect rhyme fell out of my head.
folkloreprize: 2. Margaret Widdemer - Winter Branches - ‘The stripped tree-boughs comfort me, drawn clear against the sky'
Or…
3. Christmas Eve - Carol Ann Duffy - ‘Snow was the mind of Time, sifting itself, drafting the old year’s end.'
EricTajalle: Little Girl And Boy Land by Margaret Widdemer (1924 1st Hardcover)
EricTajalle: Little Girl And Boy Land by Margaret Widdemer (1924 Rare 1st Hardcover)
cchan_nn: Irish Love Poem by Margaret Widdemer (read by Tom O'Bedlam)
LoveCarousel: An Old Portrait by Margaret Widdemer
MalatestaCarina: Margaret Widdemer: Men have to wage world-wars, children are left to die
anissaxoxoxoxo: Her thoughts were all so full of us,
She never could forget,
And so I think that where she is,
She must be watching yet.
Margaret Widdemer
AuralAudiobook: The Rose Garden Husband margaret Widdemer (1884 - 1978) | Full Audiobook
MelanieJaxn: Last night—I cannot know which way it came
Or what star-way it went—
There was a little dream without a name
That left my soul content...
~Margaret Widdemer
EricTajalle: Little Girl And Boy Land by Margaret Widdemer (1924 Rare 1st Hardcover)
Spill_Words: Winter Branches
a poem by
Margaret Widdemer
When winter-time grows weary, I lift my eyes on high
And see the black trees standing, stripped clear against the sky;
They stand there very silent, with the cold
EricTajalle: Little Girl And Boy Land by Margaret Widdemer (1924 Rare 1st Hardcover)
WomanToday2: Millay won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1923 for "The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver"; she was the third woman to win the poetry prize, after Sara Teasdale (1918) and Margaret Widdemer (1919). 3/
LoveCarousel: The Modern Woman to Her Lover by Margaret Widdemer
LuvRainyDaze: Last night—I cannot know which way it came
Or what star-way it went—
There was a little dream without a name
That left my soul content...
~Margaret Widdemer (1884–1978)
(...I do believe it was near a silver birch...)
AndreaLeSaint2: Today’s walk reminded me of this. ‘They stand there very silent, with the cold flushed sky behind,
The little twigs flare beautiful and restful and kind .....’ Margaret Widdemer
POETSorg: They stand there very silent, with the cold flushed sky behind,
The little twigs flare beautiful and restful and kind;
—Margaret Widdemer
vaprenderingles: Winter Branches - Margaret Widdemer
PanePress: Margaret Widdemer was very dedicated to social reform throughout her life, speaking onsocial dilemmas such as child labor. She served as vice president of the Poetry Society of America and won awards such as the Lyric Prize and Trimmed Lamp Prize.
POETSorg: The House of Ghosts was bright within,
Aglow and warm and gay,
A place my own once loved me in,
That is not there by day:
—Margaret Widdemer
SFFAudio: The Dark Cavalier by Margaret Widdemer
2 pages Fantasy Commentator, Spring 1945
LoveCarousel: The Modern Woman to Her Lover by Margaret Widdemer
LoveCarousel: An Old Portrait by Margaret Widdemer
Spill_Words: Winter Branches
a poem by
Margaret Widdemer
When winter-time grows weary, I lift my eyes on high
And see the black trees standing, stripped clear against the sky;
They stand there very silent, with the cold
POETSorg: Leisure-time and mirth are dear, flesh and blood are cheap
(Turn, wheels, turn, black in the hopeless night!)
What if children break or die the morns we smile in sleep?
(Turn, wheels, turn, over the hearts once light!)
—Margaret Widdemer
MacDowell1907: From "The Women’s Litany" by Margaret Widdemer (MF 14x 16-64)
abzeronow: 225. American author Dorothy Scarborough (1878-1935) had a 1925 book (or booklet) about a fellow American author, Margaret Widdemer
AbelAntunes8: FROM A CAR WINDOW
Voice, Acoustic Guitar and Whistling - ABEL BARRETT
Bass - Dow Tomlin
Piano - Blair Masters
Drums - Brian Fullen
Electric Guitar - Darin Favorite
Acoustic Guitar (Strumming) - Jason Roller
Accordion (soloist) - Jeff Taylor
Lyrics - Margaret Widdemer
POETSorg: She was a woman of the older day:
She could not cry of elemental things,
She suffered them, scarce knowing what they were—
She could not speak of them aloud to men.
—Margaret Widdemer
EricTajalle: Little Girl And Boy Land by Margaret Widdemer (1924 Rare 1st Hardcover)
MelanieJaxn: Last night—I cannot know which way it came
Or what star-way it went—
There was a little dream without a name
That left my soul content...
~Margaret Widdemer
TaketotheWoodz: Last night—I cannot know which way it came
Or what star-way it went—
There was a little dream without a name
That left my soul content...
Margaret Widdemer
1884–1978
Good night to all and to all good night.
Sweet dreams
Tosca58861695: THE WILLOW CATS
--Margaret Widdemer
And every Spring it worries me,
I cannot ever find
Those willow-cats that ran away
And left their toes behind!
mystiquecolourz: "Last night—I cannot know which way it came
Or what star-way it went—
There was a little dream without a name
That left my soul content"
~Margaret Widdemer
JaeseongLee6: In the poem “The Guide” by Margaret Widdemer, the speaker shows her or his curiosity of the audience’s life and reminds the importance of it by continually asking questions.
Spill_Words: Winter Branches
a poem by
Margaret Widdemer
When winter-time grows weary, I lift my eyes on high
And see the black trees standing, stripped clear against the sky;
They stand there very silent, with the cold
EricTajalle: Little Girl And Boy Land by Margaret Widdemer (1924 Rare 1st Hardcover)
studentclub: Irish Love Poem by Margaret Widdemer (read by Tom O'Bedlam)
EricTajalle: Little Girl And Boy Land by Margaret Widdemer (1924 Rare 1st Hardcover)
OzarksMaven: “Winter Branches” by Margaret Widdemer Speaks to Me Today
Kathybee_1123: When winter time grows weary, I lift my eyes on high
And see the black trees standing, stripped clear against the sky;
Slim and black and wonderful, with all unrest gone by,
The stripped tree-boughs comfort me, drawn clear against the sky.
Winter Branches, Margaret Widdemer
MacDowellColony: When winter-time grows weary, I lift my eyes on high / And see the black trees standing, stripped clear against the sky
…
"Winter Branches" by Margaret Widdemer (MF 14x 15-64)
CailinCeltic: Where I walk,a shadow gray
Through gray asphodel,
I am glad,who have had
All that life can tell.
Greek Love Song - Margaret Widdemer
Art - Catrin Welz-Stein
CailinCeltic: Oh! Youth will turn as the world turns,
And dim grow laughter and pain,
But how shall I hide from an old dream
I never may dream again?
Song - Margaret Widdemer
Art - Karol Bok
CailinCeltic: I am the Dark Cavalier; I am the Last Lover;
I promise faithfulness no other lips may keep;
Safe in my bridal place,comforted by darkness,
You shall lie happily, smiling in your sleep.
The Dark Cavalier - Margaret Widdemer
Images - Google PicFinder
EricTajalle: Little Girl And Boy Land by Margaret Widdemer (1924 Rare 1st Hardcover)
EricTajalle: Little Girl And Boy Land by Margaret Widdemer (1924 Rare 1st Hardcover)
HoldenEve: Glamorous Lady by Margaret Widdemer (1935). Man dilemma: will she end up with Dick...or Roger?
PimbLove: Irish Love Poem by Margaret Widdemer (read by Tom O'Bedlam)
EricTajalle: Check out Little Girl And Boy Land by Margaret Widdemer (1924 Rare 1st Hardcover)
ArtSongs4All: EXTRA EXTRA - READ ALL ABOUT IT!!!
The IAWM was kind enough to accept my article on my social justice song cycle "Through the Guarded Gate" and its "Beyond the Guarded Gate" project. Now available to read on my website.
EricTajalle: Little Girl And Boy Land by Margaret Widdemer (1924 Rare 1st Hardcover)
angie_1149: Check out GOLDEN WILDCAT BY MARGARET WIDDEMER POPULAR LIBRARY SP360 1ST 1954 VINTAGE PB*
EricTajalle: Little Girl And Boy Land by Margaret Widdemer (1924 Rare 1st Hardcover)
POETSorg: Out from the House of Ghosts I fled
—Margaret Widdemer
HowardFricker: Check out this tweet from POETSorg:
Out from the House of Ghosts I fled
—Margaret Widdemer
SirJoshBennett: “No. The soul is a place
and love must find its way there.”
—Margaret Widdemer
EricTajalle: Little Girl And Boy Land by Margaret Widdemer (1924 Rare 1st Hardcover)
EricTajalle: Little Girl And Boy Land by Margaret Widdemer (1924 Rare 1st Hardcover)
hairybearfeet: Poems from Margaret Widdemer (1884-1978) : The Door, The Dark Cavalier (The Old Road to Paradise collection, 1918), and The Beggars :
EricTajalle: Little Girl And Boy Land by Margaret Widdemer (1924 Rare 1st Hardcover)
HowardFricker: Check out this tweet from POETSorg:
Let us in through the guarded gate,
Let us in for our strength’s sake!
—Margaret Widdemer over 100 years ago, in…
schneiks: The Women's Litany by Margaret Widdemer - Poems |
Spill_Words: Winter Branches
a poem by
Margaret Widdemer
When winter-time grows weary, I lift my eyes on high
And see the black trees standing, stripped clear against the sky;
They stand there very silent, with the cold
hysterifrau: Working on music by Juliana Hall on poetry of Margaret Widdemer, who was writing a century ago on economic and gender inequality. Unsupported voices don’t last - Widdemer is writing ideas that I would find fresh in my era. Shows me how little progress we’ve made in 100 years.
mbailatj: "Curl down once more / Silent with ant and flower. / Press your hands flat on the live moss. / This place alone / is the real world this hour."
from "Willow" Margaret Widdemer, 1949
barbmilne: 'Winter Branches'
Margaret Widdemer
''Clear-cut and certain they rise, with summer past,
For all that trees can...
GravitasPoetry: Let us in through the guarded gate,
Let us in for the world's sake!
-Margaret Widdemer
POETSorg: Let us in through the guarded gate,
Let us in for the world's sake!
-Margaret Widdemer
VIETNOBLETOURS: Love and grief and motherhood, Fame and mirth and scorn - these are all shall befall, Any woman born. Margaret Widd...
LucyLondon7: WW1 American poet Margaret Widdemer
DoinaBadescu: Last night-I cannot know which way it came
Or what star-way it went-
There was a little dream without a name
That l...
LouiseDeKoven: Winter Branches
Margaret Widdemer
When winter-time grows weary, I lift my eyes on high
And see the black trees...
abzeronow: 1. Margaret Widdemer (1884-1978) is a forgotten name today. She shared a 1919 Pulitzer Prize for her poetry. Her...
PopcornAndBooks: The Rose-Garden Husband // The Wishing-Ring Man // by Margaret Widdemer
mianmawaisarain: Crazy Romantic Love: [General] Winter Branches by Margaret Widdemer
DoinaBadescu: Is there nowhere left a spot
Where the thought of you is not?
Woods and waters, field and air...
I have...
TheTreePoet: "Winter Branches" by Margaret Widdemer
valeundecim: I spent the weekend reading vintage public fiction - You're only young once, The rose garden husband (both by Marga...
valeundecim: In both of the Margaret Widdemer books I've read today, Alexander Hamilton has been referenced at least once.
DoinaBadescu: I have tried to think on Heaven,
White-clad angels, souls forgiven-
What are all such holy things?...
Sphiwe_Dladla: "To grown people, teenagers are children still. To themselves, they are very old and very real." ~ Margaret Widdemer