- 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.
A SONG FOR THE SEASONS
When the merry lark doth gild With his song the summer hours, And their nests the swallows build In the roofs and tops of towers, And the golden broom-flower burns All about the waste, And the maiden May returns With a pretty haste, - Then, how merry are the times! The Spring times! the Summer times! Now, from off the ashy stone The chilly midnight cricket crieth, And all merry birds are flown, And our dream of pleasure dieth; Now the once blue, laughing sky Saddens into gray, And the frozen rivers sigh, Pining all away! Now, how solemn are the times! The Winter times! the Night times! Yet, be merry; all around Is through one vast change revolving; Even Night, who lately frowned, Is in paler dawn dissolving; Earth will burst her fetters strange, And in Spring grow free; All things in the world will change, Save - my love for thee! Sing then, hopeful are all times! Winter, Spring, Summer times!Bryan Waller Procter [1787-1874]