Harriet Monroe

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WHEN sunshine met the wave,
Then love was born;
Then Venus rose to save
A world forlorn.
...

Allegro
Wake ! wake !
Out of the snow and the mist,
...

He loved her and he was untrue—
Untrue he was, let loved her still;
For out of nether darkness drew
...

Would you not be in Tryon
   Now that the spring is here,
When mocking-birds are praising
   The fresh, the blossomy year?
...

The wind comes riding down from heaven.
Ho! wind of heaven, what do you bring?
Cool for the dawn, dew for the even,
And every sweetest thing.
...

GOOD-BY: nay, do not grieve that it is over—
The perfect hour;
That the winged joy, sweet honey-loving rover,
Flits from the flower.
...

The forest was a shrine for her,
A temple richly dressed;
And worshippers the tall trees were,
Each to his prayer addressed.
...

The Fisk Street turbine power station in Chicago

The invisible wheels go softly round and round—
Light is the tread of brazen-footed Power.
...

Dear Wanderer—
The sky is gray,
With flecks of blue
The clouds rush over.
...

You are a painter—listen—
I'll paint you a picture too!
Of the long white lights that glisten
Through Michigan Avenue;
...

Still he lies,
Pale, wan, and strangely wise.
Under the white coverlet
He lies here sleeping yet,
...

She grew, like other girls and flowers,
Sheltered and tended daintily;
And told her dolls, through sunny hours,
...

Queen Karomana, slim you stand,
In bronze with little flecks of gold—
Queen Karomana.
O royal lady, lift your hand,
...

Oh gay and shining June time!
Oh meadow brave and bright,
Abloom with little children,
All tossing in the light!
...

Where bold Sierras cut the sky
Mount Whitney, of the high most high,
Halts the pale clouds that wander by.
...

Through the red dusk of war they flew
From Shiloh to the sea.
Black fumes from shattered bolts that blew
Withered the colors three,
...

Wind of the desert, softly blow
Across the cañon shining wide.
Lightly among the temples go
...

Flowers grow in the grass,
Baby footfalls pass
Over the fields once red,
Over the hero's head—
...

Why do the wheels go whirring round,
Mother, mother?
Oh, mother, are they giants bound,
And will they growl forever?
...

So light and soft the days fall—
Like petals one by one
Down from yon tree whose flowers all
Must vanish in the sun.
...

Harriet Monroe Biography

Harriet Monroe was an American editor, scholar, literary critic, and patron of the arts. Monroe is best known as the founder and long time editor of Poetry Magazine. She was born in Chicago, Illinois. She graduated from the Visitation Academy of Georgetown, D.C., in 1879, and afterward devoted herself to literary work. Monroe was the first editor at Poetry Magazine when she founded it in 1912. From her position as editor, she played a role in the development of modern poetry, both as an early publisher and as a supporter of poets such as Ezra Pound, H. D., T. S. Eliot, William Carlos Williams , Carl Sandburg and others. Additionally, Monroe was a long time correspondent of the poets she supported, and her letters provide a wealth of information on the thoughts and motives of modernist poets. She was also a member of the Eagle's Nest Art Colony in Ogle County, Illinois. Monroe was a member of the Eagle's Nest Art Colony in Ogle County, Illinois, and is mentioned in Erik Larson's The Devil in the White City. She was the sister-in-law of the Chicago architect John Wellborn Root. She died in Arequipa, Peru.)

The Best Poem Of Harriet Monroe

In The Beginning

WHEN sunshine met the wave,
Then love was born;
Then Venus rose to save
A world forlorn.

For light a thousand wings
Of joy unfurled,
And bound with golden rings
The icy world.

And color flamed the earth
With glad desire,
Till life sprang to the birth,
Fire answering fire,

And so the world awoke,
And all was done,
When first the ocean spoke
Unto the sun.

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