Aline Murray Kilmer
Biography of Aline Murray Kilmer
Aline Murray Kilmer (1 August 1888 – 1 October 1941), was an American poet, children's book author, and essayist, and the wife and widow of poet and journalist Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918).
She was born as Aline Murray on 1 August 1888 in Norfolk, Virginia. She was the daughter of Ada Foster Murray, a poet; and Kenton C. Murray, (d. 1895) editor of the Norfolk Landmark newspaper. Ada Foster Murray, remarried on 22 February 1900, in Metuchen, New Jersey to Henry Mills Alden. Henry was the managing editor of Harper's Magazine, and he became Aline's stepfather.
Aline was educated at the Rutgers College Grammar School (now Rutgers Preparatory School) in New Brunswick, New Jersey and the Vail-Deane School in Elizabeth, New Jersey the latter institution from which she was graduated in 1908Shortly after graduation, Aline married Alfred Joyce Kilmer on 9 June 1908, after he was graduated from Columbia University in New York City. The pair had five children: Kenton Sinclair Kilmer (1909-1995), Michael Barry Kilmer (1916-1927), Deborah Clanton Kilmer (1914-1999), Rose Kilburn Kilmer (1912-1917), and Christopher Kilmer (1917-1984).
Aline Kilmer died at her home, "Whitehall", in Stillwater, New Jersey, on 1 October 1941 and was interred at the Catholic Cemetery in Newton, New Jersey
Aline Murray Kilmer's Works:
* Candles That Burn (New York: George H. Doran, 1919). (poetry)
* Vigils (New York: George H. Doran, 1921). (poetry)
* Hunting a Hair Shirt and Other Spiritual Adventures (New York: George H. Doran, 1923). (essays) ISBN 0-8369-2697-8
* The Poor Kings Daughter and Other Verse (New York: George H. Doran, 1925). (poetry)
* Emmy, Nicky and Greg (New York: George H. Doran, 1927). (children's book)
* A Buttonwood Summer (Garden City, New York: Doubleday & Company, 1929). (children's book)
* Selected Poems (Garden City, New York: Doubleday & Company, 1929). (poetry)
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Aline Murray Kilmer Poems
IF I had loved you, soon, ah, soon I had lost you. Had I been kind you had kissed me and gone your faithless way.
SOMETIMES when I am at tea with you I catch my breath At a thought that is old as the world is old And more bitter than death.
The thing that I am seeking I know I shall not find; A wistful voice is crying This sorrow in my mind.
If I Had Loved You More
IF I had loved you more God would have had pity; He would never have left me here in this desolate place,
The Night Cometh
MY garden walks were smooth and green And edged with box trees left and right, An old grey sun-dial stood between
I know you are too dear to stay; You are so exquisitely sweet: My lonely house will thrill some day To echoes of your eager feet.
I'M glad I have but a little heart– For my heart is very small– It makes it free to come and go And no one cares at all.
WHEN a storm comes up at night and the wind is crying, When the trees are moaning like masts on laboring ships,
HE has taken away the things that I loved best Love and youth and the harp that knew my hand. Laughter alone is left of all the rest.
Kenton and Deborah, Michael and Rose, These are fine children as all the world knows, But into my arms in my dreams every night
A Wind Rose In The Night
A wind rose in the night, (She had always feared it so!) Sorrow plucked at my heart And I could not help but go.
SOME learn it in their youth, Some after bitter years: There is no escape from the truth Though we drown in our tears.
I CAN never remake the thing I have destroyed; I brushed the golden dust from the moth's bright wing,
ALL my life I have loved where I was not loved, And always those whom I did not love loved me; Only the God who made my wild heart knows
I'M glad I have but a little heart–
For my heart is very small–
It makes it free to come and go
And no one cares at all.
I give my heart for a tender word,
For a gentle look or touch,
And the one who has it never knows
And it does not hurt me much.