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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Ann Stanford Poems
From the center of our body Come the bright flowers.
To Her Spirit at Winter Solstice
Now the year ends darkly. The sun drifts in the south. Will it ever return?
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.
This is the village where we grew Our fathers and their sires in line The trees they planted shade the view And the white houses shine.
I am terrified marooned on a rock with a gale freshening and the waves already spatter me with spindrift.
My house is torn down-- Plaster sifting, the pillars broken, Beams jagged, the wall crushed by the bulldozer. The whole roof has fallen
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From the center of our body
Come the bright flowers.
Draw open the curtain
And we shall see them
On bush and stone.
Let us exchange our borders
That I may speak with your voice.