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Emily Pfeiffer Poems
Six 14-Line Poems
I. PEACE to the odalisque, the facile slave, Whose unrespective love rewards the brave, Or cherishes the coward; she who yields
A Prayer To Athena
Athena! I, whom love did once embolden To worship in that temple wh ...
SORROW, since I perforce must dwell with thee, Being as thou art, no transient guest, but bold As cunning to invade my heart, and hold
A Symphony Of Sonnets. I. to X.
BREAK, break, O heart! upon this stony shore Of Time, for not the most tormented sea
The Love That Dares To Wait
A maiden of a race that heralds glory in, loved one Whose single arm had wrought more deeds than on their blazon shone;
Cain And Abel
THOU, the young world's first dead, unwept shall be Through storied time, pure spirit, called to rise
Saint Saviour's Church lies buried deep, It stood on the land, it fell on the shore, And buried the graves where the dead are asleep,—
Of Such Is The Kingdom Of Heaven
Unfathomed depths of pure humanity Speak in that face, and those enfolding hands Laid lightly on the clinging child who stands
The Cruse Of Tears
There went a widow woman from the outskirts of the city, Whose lonely sorrow might have moved the stones she trod to pity.
The Rhyme Of The Lady Of The Rock.
Two shapes passed over the sobbing sea To land at Dunolly Bay; One passed at sunrise, one at noon Of the new-created day.
To The Blind Architect Of The City Of Li...
HOW true thy work, blind Builder of the homes Which throng the paths of Life, beasts, fishes, birds,
A Lost Eden
You, dear, have heard me vaunt a memory The which by trodden paths will carry me Back into Eden, and you bid me tell
Joy of waves that topple o'er Breaking, lost upon the shore; All the swift delights of spring Caught but only on the wing;
A Hymn Of Praise To Death
Beautiful Death! I sing thee as one has sung Whose song like mine from the depths of his being was wrung;
Comments about Emily Pfeiffer
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
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(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
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Six 14-Line Poems
PEACE to the odalisque, the facile slave,
Whose unrespective love rewards the brave,
Or cherishes the coward; she who yields
Her lord the fief of waste, uncultured fields
To fester in non-using; she whose hour
Is measured by her beauty's transient flower;
Who lives in man, as he in God, and dies
His parasite, who shuts her from the skies.
Graceful ephemera! Fair morning dream
Of the young world! In vain would women's hearts
In love with sacrifice, withstand the stream
Of human progress; other spheres, new parts
Await them. God be with them in their ...