Elizabeth Jane Coatsworth
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Swift things are beautiful:
Swallows and deer,
And lightening that falls
Bright-veined and clear,
...
Cat, if you go outdoors, you must walk in the snow.
You will come back with little white shoes on your feet,
little white shoes of snow that have heels of sleet.
Stay by the fire, my Cat. Lie still, do not go.
...
Fly low, vermilion dragon,
With the moon horns.
Fly down to the top of the mountains
That I may climb into your saddle
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In the whole graveyard there is not a nymph
To rustle through the yellow fall of leaves,
Upon a tomb a pitying angel grieves,
...
Always when Absalom returned at night,
Tired from hunting, yet adventure-filled,
'Twas Michal met him in the darkened court,
Gave him his wine and listened to his tales.
...
Moon over Japan.
White butterfly moon!
The waters wash against the sacred islands
Where steps lead down to the sea,
...
The earth's coat is the green of young willows
Beside brown streams.
It is embroidered with flowering trees-
Plum, peach and apricot.
...
Nay, bury her in her cloak; she was not one
To prison in a coffin. At her head,
When you have strewn the earth with forest leaves,
Pile apricots and peaches, apples red,
...
Prince Sung built Tsheng-leng tower
From which he might espy
Dame Sik of the smoke-like hair
And willow waist, go by.
...
All day the long cold fingers of the rain
Have pried at the gray tiles above the graves,
Finishing the work of years in the drear fields
Where coffins lie uncovered in the light
...
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
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I like to see a thunder storm,
A dunder storm,
A blunder storm,
I like to see it, black and slow,
...
The rain was like a little mouse,
Quiet, small, and gray,
It pattered all around the house
...
What could be lovelier than to hear the summer rain
Cutting across the heat, as scythes cutting across grain?
Falling upon the steaming roof with sweet uproar,
...
He stood before her tall and very strong.
The swine and tigers crouched about her feet
And licked them.
...
"Is there anything,"
asked the goblin,
"you would like for yourself?
Should you like a little pony
...
Elizabeth Jane Coatsworth Biography
Elizabeth Jane Coatsworth (May 31, 1893 – August 31, 1986) was an American author of fiction and poetry for children and adults. Her children's novel, The Cat Who Went to Heaven, won the 1931 Newbery Medal. Life Elizabeth Coatsworth was born May 31, 1893, to Ida Reid and William T. Coatsworth, a prosperous grain merchant in Buffalo, New York. Coatsworth attended Buffalo Seminary, a private girl's school, and spent summers with her family on the Canadian shore of Lake Erie. She began traveling as a child, vising the Alps and Egypt at age five. Coatsworth graduated from Vassar College in 1915 as Salutatorian. In 1916 she received a Master of Arts from Columbia University. She then traveled to the Orient, riding horseback through the Philippines, exploring Indonesia and China, and sleeping in a Buddhist monastery. These travels would later influence her writing. In 1929, she married writer Henry Beston, with whom she had two daughters, Margaret and Catherine. They lived at Hingham, Massachusetts, and Chimney Farm, Maine. Elizabeth Coatsworth died at her home in Nobleboro, Maine, August 31, 1986. Her papers are held in the Kerlan Collection at the University of Minnesota and Bowdoin College, Brunswick, Maine. Career Coatsworth began her career publishing her poetry in magazines. Her first book was a poetry collection for adults, Fox Footprints, in 1923. A conversation with her friend, Louise Seaman, who had just founded the first children's book publishing department in the United States at Macmillan, led Coatsworth to write her first children's book, The Cat and the Captain. In 1930 The Cat Who Went to Heaven appeared. The story of an artist who is painting a picture of Buddha for a group of monks, it won the Newbery Medal for "the most distinguished contribution to American literature for children". Twentieth-Century Children's Writers says "Coatsworth reached her apogee in her nature writing, notablyThe Incredible Tales". These four books were published for adults in the 1950s. They tell the story of the Pedrys, a family living in the forests of northern Maine who may not be entirely human. Coatsworth had a long career, publishing over 90 books from 1927 to her autobiography and final book in 1976.)
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Swift Things are Beautiful
Swift things are beautiful:
Swallows and deer,
And lightening that falls
Bright-veined and clear,
Rivers and meteors,
Wind in the wheat,
The strong-withered horse,
The runner's sure feet.
And slow things are beautiful:
The closing of day,
The pause of the wave
That curves downward to spray,
The ember that crumbles,
The opening flower,
And the ox that moves on
In the quiet of power.
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4/19/2024 11:09:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Coatsworth is the author of a classic book called " The Cat Who Went to Heaven" . I used to read it to my kids. Well, I just discovered a couple of her poems, and love them, too.