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.
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,
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
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
Very Young Love
Wishes are birds. You have been circled round With them, invisible, I sent you in distress, Flown from my heart that long had held them bound,
This is our time. We women and men Here once and only once Celebrate our time
In that day Everyone will sing, Everyone will play in that day; There will be carolling.
Tropical Garden To Her Garden
Withhold your breath! Heavy in noon, and sleepy as slow death, Garden of sweets and sours, The cluster of my body hangs
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
Put her away some place between two hills, Away from the sea and the sun. She has so much to think of–must she run
Noiselessly the planets will blow by, Like smoke, like breath, like driven snow; Frost-bitten suns on on, on on will blow;
You are no more, but sunken in a sea Sheer into dream, ten thousand leagues, you fell; And now you lie green-golden, while a bell
Up that thin river, going over sand– Down that deep river, purple to the sun; My fingers fire; cool your quiet hand,
Expand, accustomed world No longer mean and small, Tight code, mean mind, crude dream, With ghost pioneers we see
Comments about Genevieve Taggard
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...