Ann Stanford Poems
- Morning From the center of our body Come the bright ...
- The Fountain You must remember never to offend the gods by ...
- To Her Spirit At Winter Solsti... Now the year ends ...
- Our Town This is the village where we grew Our fathers and ...
- Done With My house is torn down-- Plaster sifting, the ...
- Andromeda I am terrified marooned on a rock with a ...
Ann Stanford (November 25, 1916, La Habra, California – July 12, 1987) was an American poet.
She graduated from Stanford University in 1938 Phi Beta Kappa, and University of California, Los Angeles, with an M.A. in journalism in 1958, an M.A. in English in 1961, and a Ph.D. in English and American literature in 1962.
Stanford married Roland Arthur White, an architect, in 1942, and ... more »
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You must remember never to offend the gods
by being too sure of anything.
Think of Niobe, how she grew in pride
watching her seven tall sons and seven fair daughters.
Who would not? Having created such
superb heads set on the pure column
of the neck, the long hair glistening in the sun
and their voices musical as water
in a bright stream rippling over rocks -
the archer, the runner, the studious,
the orator, the weaver, the gatherer of garlands,
one with his horse, another at the lyre.
Wherever she looked she saw the gold
limbs of her ...