Genevieve Taggard was born in Waitsburg, Washington to James Taggard and Alta Arnold, both of whom were school teachers. Her parents were both active members of the Disciples of Christ, and at age two her parents moved to Honolulu, Hawaii, where they became missionaries and founded a school in which they also taught.
Genevieve Taggard began writing poetry at the early age of 13. Her ... more »
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Genevieve Taggard Poems
A middle class fortress in which to hide! Draw down the curtain as if saying No, While noon's ablaze, ablaze outside.
The Quiet Woman
I will defy you down until my death With cold body, indrawn breath; Terrible and cruel I will move with you Like a surly tiger. If you knew
Now I am slow and placid, fond of sun, Like a sleek beast, or a worn one, No slim and languid girl – not glad With the windy trip I once had,
Men go to women mutely for their peace; And they, who lack it most, create it when They make–because they must, loving their men–
Noiselessly the planets will blow by, Like smoke, like breath, like driven snow; Frost-bitten suns on on, on on will blow;
Boys And Girls
Boys and girls, come out to play: The sun is up, the wind's astray, Early morning's gold is gone–
The tree we lay under The thunder, the thunder Of my heart, and your wonder
A Poem To Explain Everything About A Cer...
Fifty wizards working in the wind And one tall wizard standing in the rear Made a quick sheen to lacquer all Vermont.
For Eager Lovers
I understand what you were running for, Slim naked boy, and why from far inland You came between dark hills. I know the roar
Red is the mouth of Pele, passionate Against the fires of the kindling stars: Fire to fire moves: the heavens wait
Ode In Time Of Crisis
Now in the fright of change when bombed towns vanish In fountains of debris We say to the stranger coming across the sea
Expand, accustomed world No longer mean and small, Tight code, mean mind, crude dream, With ghost pioneers we see
Forever lost–like birds forever flying, Searching bleak space, Circling, and with the south wind crying Across earth's face:
There was a time when Mother Nature made My soul's sun, and my soul's shade.
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A middle class fortress in which to hide!
Draw down the curtain as if saying No,
While noon's ablaze, ablaze outside.
And outside people work and sweat
And the day clings by and the hard day ends.
And after you doze brush out your hair
And walk like a marmoset to and fro
And look in the mirror at middle-age
And sit and regard yourself stare and stare
And hate your life and your tiresome friends
And last night's bridge where you went in debt;
While all around you gathers the rage
Of cheated people
Will we hear your fret
In the rising noise...