Lizette Woodworth Reese

(January 9, 1856 – December 17, 1935 / Waverly)

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  • Linda Daywalt (5/14/2012 8:25:00 AM)

    I am looking for a poem by Lizette Reese that includes these phrases describing life:
    -a blast of music down an unlistening street
    -a flight of uncarpeted stairs

    Can someone direct me to this poem?
    Linda

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  • Frieda Werden (12/18/2005 1:09:00 PM)

    After reading the poems on this site, I think there must be others of hers that are better and less sentimental - otherwise I can't believe an old atheist cynic like Mencken would be so fond of her.

  • Frieda Werden (12/18/2005 12:04:00 PM)

    'Lizette Woodworth Reese...has written more sound poetry, more genuinely eloquent and beautiful poetry, than all the New Poets put together - more than a whole posse of Masterses and Lindays, more than a hundred Amy Lowells.'

    -H.L. Mencken, in 'The New Poetry Movement' (found in the book: Prejudices, First Series, published in 1919 by Knopf)

Spicewood

The spicewood burns along the gray, spent sky,
In moist unchimneyed places, in a wind,
That whips it all before, and all behind,
Into one thick, rude flame, now low, now high,
It is the first, the homeliest thing of all--
At sight of it, that lad that by it fares,
Whistles afresh his foolish, town-caught airs--
A thing so honey-colored, and so tall!

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