- Bryan, Sharon, Editor; incl. Battin, Boland, Clampitt, Collins, DeFrees, Fraser, Gregor, Harjo, Head, Hillman, Kitchen, Kumin, Macdonald, Matson, McElroy, Mueller, Muske, Ostriker, Rogers, Schulman, Stevenson, Tall.
Where We Stand: Women Poets on Literary Tradition
W W Norton & Co Inc, Scranton, Pennsylvania, U.S.A., 1993, Hard Cover, , First Edition, First Printing, ISBN 0393035700 , Very Good /Very Good
Some dust soiling on the top edges. Wendy Battin, Subterranean Maps: A Poet's Cartography; Eavan Boland, Outside History; Amy Clampitt, Lasting the Night; Martha Collins, Reclaiming the Oh; Madeline DeFrees, Figures in the Looking-Glass: Tradition, Gender Bias, and the Talented Woman; Kathleen Fraser, The Tradition of Marginality; Debora Gregor, The New New Poetry Handbook; Joy Harjo, Writing with the Sun; Gwen Head, The Automatic Woman; Brenda Hillman, Dark Turtles and Bright Turtles; Judith Kitchen, Robert Jimmy Allen; Maxine Kumin, Breaking the Mold; Cynthia Macdonald, Mosaic Law: The Bits and Pieces from which One Woman's Poems Are Made; Suzanne Matson, On Reclaiming 'the Universal'; Colleen J. McElroy, If We Look for Them by Moonlight; Lisel Mueller, Parentage and Good Luck; Carol Muske, Revising the Future; Alicia Ostriker, The Road of Excess: My William Blake; Pattiann Rogers, Degree and Circumstance; Grace Schulman, The Persistence of Tradition; Anne Stevenson, Some Observations on Women and Tradition; Deborah Tall, Terrible Perfection: In the Face of Tradition.
Stand here by my side and turn, I pray, On the lake below thy gentle eyes; The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray, And dark and silent the water lies; And out of that frozen mist the snow In wavering flakes begins to flow; Flake after flake They sink in the dark and silent lake. See how in a living swarm they come From the chambers beyond that misty veil; Some hover in air awhile, and some Rush prone from the sky like summer hail. All, dropping swiftly, or settling slow, Meet, and are still in the depths below; Flake after flake Dissolved in the dark and silent lake. Here delicate snow-stars, out of the cloud, Come floating downward in airy play, Like spangles dropped from the glistening crowd That whiten by night the Milky Way; There broader and burlier masses fall; The sullen water buries them all, - Flake after flake, - All drowned in the dark and silent lake. And some, as on tender wings they glide From their chilly birth-cloud, dim and gray, Are joined in their fall, and, side by side, Come clinging along their unsteady way; As friend with friend, or husband with wife, Makes hand in hand the passage of life; Each mated flake Soon sinks in the dark and silent lake. Lo! while we are gazing, in swifter haste Stream down the snows, till the air is white, As, myriads by myriads madly chased, They fling themselves from their shadowy height. The fair, frail creatures of middle sky, What speed they make, with their grave so nigh; Flake after flake To lie in the dark and silent lake. I see in thy gentle eyes a tear; They turn to me in sorrowful thought; Thou thinkest of friends, the good and dear, Who were for a time, and now are not; Like these fair children of cloud and frost, That glisten a moment and then are lost, - Flake after flake, - All lost in the dark and silent lake. Yet look again, for the clouds divide; A gleam of blue on the water lies; And far away, on the mountain-side, A sunbeam falls from the opening skies; But the hurrying host that flew between The cloud and the water no more is seen; Flake after flake, At rest in the dark and silent lake.William Cullen Bryant [1794-1878]